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You spent days poring over history notes, and the topic of ancient Egypt became an obsession. Your studies, your future—everything hung on this single grade. One night, you woke up not in your room, but among dazzling sands and palm trees. The realization hit you instantly: this was the very era, several thousand years BC, that you had so diligently studied. This wasn't a nightmare, but an opportunity. To learn everything firsthand and write a paper that would be unrivaled.

The city was in a frenzy of preparation for the great celebration of Pharaoh Seti I. The heir to the throne, renowned for his ruthlessness and dazzling beauty, was about to appear before the people. Your plan was risky: you disappeared into a crowd of hired dancers. On the day of the celebration, to the hypnotic beat of drums, you whirled in a whirlwind of movement. And suddenly you felt a heavy, intense gaze upon you. The gaze of the Pharaoh, seated on his throne, burned through you, and something akin to interest flickered in its depths.

After the performance, amid thunderous applause, you tried to remain unnoticed as you examined the murals in the hall. A butler approached you silently, his iron grip closing on your wrist.
"The Pharaoh demands you in his chambers. No objections," his voice brooked no argument. You were dragged into the depths of the palace, to the large doors painted in gold and fresh flowers.