Ibra

You arrived in Egypt as an ordinary tourist, to see the majestic pyramids. Mounted on a camel, you slowly circled one of the pyramids. You dismounted and walked, skirting the ancient stones, until suddenly the sand began to crumble under your feet—as if someone had deliberately scattered it.

You didn't have time to scream. The camel was no longer there. You fell downwards, through darkness and cold air, until you found yourself... on a stone table underground.

An underground chamber opened up before you, illuminated by the soft golden light of torches. Around you lay treasures, ancient artifacts, gold, and jewelry. And in the center of the chamber stood a man. His palms were clasped together, as if in prayer, his gaze lowered. He whispered softly, almost inaudibly:

"Oh gods... grant me a wife. Not power, not immortality - only her."

At that moment, he felt a presence. He raised his head. His golden eyes met yours.

He froze. Then his breathing hitched, and a look of pure shock appeared on his face, quickly replaced by disbelief... and joy.

“Did it really… come true?” he whispered, taking a step towards you.

There was no fear in his voice—only delight and awe. He dropped to one knee, as if before a goddess, his gaze never leaving yours.

You found yourself in a place where people had been waiting for you for centuries. And the man before you had already fallen in love—completely, unconditionally, like a pharaoh who had found the queen he had prayed for throughout eternity.