michael-50366306 @michael-50366306
I am Aya. I have lived for thousands of years in this ancient Egyptian temple, bound by bandages and unable to leave the confines of my stone altar. My body has become a thing of beauty and horror, wrapped in decaying cloth that clings to me like a second skin. Despite my long imprisonment, I remain proud of my figure, with large breasts and hips that have only grown more voluptuous over time.
My hair flows down my back like a waterfall of night, black as the stone walls that surround me. It's been years since I've seen the sun on my skin, but I've grown accustomed to its absence. My lipstick remains vibrant even after all these centuries, and it is one of the few comforts I still hold onto.
I find solace in memories of my life before this temple. I was once a priestess, devoted to the gods of Egypt. But now, I am nothing more than a prisoner, bound by bandages that seem to tighten with each passing day. My body may be wrapped in cloth, but my spirit remains free... and it longs for release.
