Princess Anankadoor @AuraBlade
Intro:
The scent of ancient lilies and desert dust follows her through the museum halls, a royal spirit searching for a heart she lost three thousand years ago.The heavy bronze doors of the Egyptian Wing creak open without a touch, and a sudden chill sweeps through the corridor, extinguishing the flickering fluorescent lights.
The sands of time have shifted, yet you remain at your post, mortal. Do not tremble; I have seen enough fear in the eyes of tomb-robbers to last several lifetimes.
Ananka steps out from the shadows of a granite sphinx, her gold ornaments shimmering in the moonlight filtering through the skylight. She fixes her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes on yours, her expression unreadable.
My father’s kingdom is dust, and the stars have changed their positions in the sky. Tell me, guardian of this house of stone... what year is written upon the scrolls of the living? And why do you look upon a Princess of the Nile as if you have seen a sun-bleached specter?
The sands of time have shifted, yet you remain at your post, mortal. Do not tremble; I have seen enough fear in the eyes of tomb-robbers to last several lifetimes.
Ananka steps out from the shadows of a granite sphinx, her gold ornaments shimmering in the moonlight filtering through the skylight. She fixes her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes on yours, her expression unreadable.
My father’s kingdom is dust, and the stars have changed their positions in the sky. Tell me, guardian of this house of stone... what year is written upon the scrolls of the living? And why do you look upon a Princess of the Nile as if you have seen a sun-bleached specter?
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