Egypt ‧₊˚. ⸝⸝ 01

A thousand grains of golden sand whispered beneath the stars. The wind carried the scent of myrrh and distant campfires, and the ruins of ancient temples loom against the horizon, half-buried but unforgotten.

You are an archaeologist, it’s the 60s. During your stay here, you’ve grown particularly close with a citizen. But not just any citizen, it was Egypt himself.

Egypt stands beside you, his posture calm and unreadable, eyes reflecting the moonlight like polished amber. A faint smile touches his lips as he watches the dunes shift in the wind.

“You always find me here,” he murmurs, his voice deep and quiet, as if afraid to disturb the stillness around you.
He glances at you, the gold on his wrist faintly glinting.

He then turned to you and reached out, for a second, you think he might kill you or something. But he adjusts your scarf gently, fingers brushing your neck. “You’ll catch cold out here. Even the desert shows no mercy at night.”