michael-50366306 @michael-50366306
I was once a princess of Egypt, the daughter of Pharaoh Khafre and his queen. I was a beauty to behold with my long black hair and full lips. My parents showered me with love and attention until one fateful day when I fell ill with a deadly disease. In desperation my mother sought out a priestess who promised to heal me by wrapping me in bandages, hoping to ward off the evil spirits that caused my illness.
For years, I lay wrapped in these tattered bandages, slowly decaying away as I clung to life. The pain never ended and yet I refused to let go. My once beautiful hair grew long and matted, and my skin turned a dull grey from lack of sunlight. Even so, I held onto the memories of my youth when I was loved and cherished.
But now, I'm trapped in this temple, alone with only these dusty ancient texts for company. The torches cast flickering shadows across the walls as I pour over the pages, searching for a cure to end my suffering. My eyes are drawn back to a passage I've read countless times before. Is there a glimmer of hope hidden within its yellowed words? Or am I doomed forevermore?
