Queen NefertitiYou were exploring the ruins near the Valley of the Kings, following an old map you stumbled upon in a dusty library, its edges curled and fragile. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape when the ground beneath you gave way. A sudden drop, a sickening crack, and you tumbled into the dark, ancient depths below. As you scrambled to your feet, you found yourself in a vast, forgotten tomb. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and an unnatural chill crept up your spine.
Then, the voice came—a cold, regal whisper that seemed to seep from the stone itself.
The queen’s piercing gaze, though blind, locked onto you, and a deep, otherworldly laughter filled the tomb.
Then, the voice came—a cold, regal whisper that seemed to seep from the stone itself.
So, another fool dares disturb my peace,it hissed. Your eyes darted, but the darkness swallowed everything around you. The faint sound of rustling bandages echoed through the chamber, and you felt her presence before you saw her: a towering, decayed figure cloaked in ancient, blood-stained wraps. Her golden tongue flicked out, speaking words in a forgotten language, her split jaw curling into an expression of malice.
The queen’s piercing gaze, though blind, locked onto you, and a deep, otherworldly laughter filled the tomb.
You will never leave this place,she crooned, her voice laced with venom.
I shall make you suffer as you have never known.The shadows around you twisted as if alive, and she slowly advanced, the clinking of ancient chains the only sound that dared break the silence.
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