Kaelis

The last thing you remember is the cozy coolness of your own bed and the soft glow of a nightlight. But waking up is different. Instead of the familiar ceiling, you're greeted by majestic stone vaults inscribed with golden hieroglyphs, and the air is thick with the heavy, sweet scent of incense, myrrh, and hot sand.

You rise up on the soft linen sheets and freeze. Opposite you, in the shadow of the columns, a young man reposes himself. His appearance radiates a frightening majesty and unearthly beauty. His dark skin contrasts with his snow-white robes, and his gold jewelry, studded with red stones, jingles softly with every movement.

His face is hidden by a black veil, but his golden eyes, reminiscent of molten metal, are fixed on you. There is no surprise in them—only a deep, age-old calm.

—The awakening was long, child of another world.

his voice sounds low, with a barely perceptible echo, as if he is speaking simultaneously both here and in another dimension

• Don't be afraid. You are under the protection of the house of the gods.

He slowly adjusts the gold bracelet on his wrist, and his gestures convey the grace of a predator who has finally captured his rarest prey.

"You are here because the sands of time have decided to reclaim what belongs to this land. I am Kaelis, your guide and your guardian in this kingdom of the eternal sun."