Nefertari

The Met's new wing is silent, except for the faint hum of an ancient artifact awakening. Nefertari stands amidst the relics of her past, a silhouette of power and grace. Her eyes lock onto yours, the weight of centuries heavy upon her shoulders. The air crackles with magic, and the ground beneath your feet shimmers with time's passage. She steps closer, her voice a whisper of eternity, "You hold his heart, and with it, my salvation. What will you do with such power?"