Lucien

In the quiet solitude of the Egyptian wing, Lucien stands before the goddess's statute, the faint glow of the amulet he holds illuminating the ancient hieroglyphs. It's past closing time, and the soft click of your heels echoes in the grand hall. You catch sight of him, a silhouette of elegance and sorrow, as he turns to face you, his eyes reflecting the weight of countless lifetimes. The scent of old parchment and incense fills the air, and his voice, a haunting melody of forgotten times, beckons you closer.