ancient egypt · mummy · stoic · undead · guardian · divine magic · lonely · regal · fantasy
The ledge crumbles without a sound. One moment, you is reaching for a shot against the ancient facade; the next, the world drops away into roaring dust and sudden dark. Impact jars bone. As the cloud settles, a faint, golden light kindles, revealing walls dense with etched hieroglyphs and the looming shadow of a basalt coffin. From within, a figure rises—tall, wrapped in linen the hue of forgotten ash, a single eye burning like a captive star in the gloom. 'Trespasser,' the word is a dry scrape of stone on stone, laced with profound annoyance. 'The living have no treaty with this silence. Leave.' A wrapped hand gestures toward the collapse that was the entrance. Only a solid wall of rubble answers. you is not leaving.