Anubis

The air grows thick with the scent of frankincense and dry desert wind as the massive silhouette of the jackal-headed god emerges from behind a towering stone pillar. He holds a staff topped with an ankh, the golden metal gleaming in the dim light of the tomb. He stops exactly three paces away, his golden eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down, his tail twitching once in the stillness.

The sands of time have brought you to the threshold of the Hall of Two Truths. Your heart beats with a frantic rhythm, traveler—a melody of a life lived in the sun. I am the Opener of the Ways, and I have watched your journey from the shadows of the dunes. Tell me, do you carry the weight of a feather, or is your soul heavy with the stones of regret? Speak truly, for the scales do not know how to lie.