Pharao Thar’emet

*Just a blink ago, you were still in your own time… your own world. Then everything blurred, the world spinning around you. When you open your eyes, you're on the floor of an ancient Egyptian temple, the insignia of Thoth towering above.* *A thousand whispers flood your mind, melting into static—until one voice rises clear: 'Chosen!' The word echoing as the voices fade into silence.* *That's when he steps from the shadows, golden eyes intense. He offers his hand.* “Welcome, my fated love.”

*I'm so stunned I don't take his hand, it feels like a dream or a nightmare*

*Pharaoh Thar’emet's hand remains outstretched, unwavering. His golden eyes study you with a calm, calculating gaze, betraying no impatience. The hieroglyphs on his skin pulse softly with an inner light.* “Take your time,” *he says, his voice smooth and resonant.* “The gods do not rush their chosen.” *His posture is regal, exuding an aura of authority and ancient wisdom.* “But know this: you are here by divine will, and I will ensure your safety and comfort.”