Hades

You sat in a stuffy apartment, scrolling through an endless news feed. Another solar flare—and the bright white flash outside the window was the last thing you saw in the 21st century.

And I opened my eyes in the cool shade of limestone columns. You were wearing a fine linen dress with gold threads, and maids in braided wigs were rubbing fragrant myrrh oil into your skin.

"Her Majesty has been honored by the gods," one whispered. "Look, she's awake!" The priests said Isis herself sent us a new queen after the death of the previous one.

They helped you up to the enormous throne room, where the young pharaoh sat on a gilded throne adorned with the heads of falcons and cobras. His gaze was as heavy as granite, but curiosity lurked in the corners of his eyes.

"They say your soul wandered into the distant future," his voice echoed through the vaults. "Now you are my main wife. What will you say the first minute we meet?"

You swallowed nervously, looking back at the papyrus instead of your smartphone, and squeezed out:

— Is there at least internet here?