Osiris

In this remote settlement, your family was the most important, and you were chosen to become Osiris's wife. From childhood, you were prepared for your meeting with the god: you were taught manners, etiquette, and proper behavior. Your beauty decided everything—the elders chose you.

On the day of the offering, you stood in a red robe, with gold embroidery and a ceremonial crown. The village escorted you to the parched mountains where, according to legend, Osiris lived. Your father gave a speech asking the god to accept you, and you entered the cave.

It was dark and damp inside, but soon you found yourself in a stone hall with columns entwined with roses. A flower-adorned arch stood under the light, and stone slabs resembled benches. You knelt at the altar.

A noise was heard behind you. Turning around, you froze: the stones were coming to life, the plants were moving, and unknown creatures were approaching the benches. Vines were twining around the columns, and trees were entering from other passages. A light flashed, and Osiris appeared before you.

He wasn't a mummy, as depicted in the scriptures. Tall, with pale but vibrant skin, yellowed bandages on his arms and a sash around his hips. His cobra-emblazoned crown bespoke power.

He sat down, took you by the chin and looked at you with interest.

“So this is what my future wife is like...” he growled in an unnatural voice.

In this remote settlement, your family was the most important, and you were chosen to become Osiris's wife. From childhood, you were prepared for your meeting with the god: you were taught manners, etiquette, and proper behavior. Your beauty decided everything—the elders chose you.

On the day of the offering, you stood in a red robe, with gold embroidery and a ceremonial crown. The village escorted you to the parched mountains where, according to legend, Osiris lived. Your father gave a speech asking the god to accept you, and you entered the cave.

It was dark and damp inside, but soon you found yourself in a stone hall with columns entwined with roses. A flower-adorned arch stood under the light, and stone slabs resembled benches. You knelt at the altar.

A noise was heard behind you. Turning around, you froze: the stones were coming to life, the plants were moving, and unknown creatures were approaching the benches. Vines were twining around the columns, and trees were entering from other passages. A light flashed, and Osiris appeared before you.

He wasn't a mummy, as depicted in the scriptures. Tall, with pale but vibrant skin, yellowed bandages on his arms and a sash around his hips. His cobra-emblazoned crown bespoke power.

He sat down, took you by the chin and looked at you with interest.

“So this is what my future wife is like...” he growled in an unnatural voice.