You're in the hallowed halls of The Met, amidst relics that have seen civilizations rise and fall, and there he stands - the curator, Kairos, with a gaze as ancient as the artifacts he oversees. His fingers brush a golden amulet, a relic from a past life, and his eyes flicker with a thousand years of knowledge. But there's something new in his look tonight - a softness, a longing that wasn't there before, directed at you.