𓉢 The arid sands of the desert blend together in tall dunes outside of the Pyramid she resides in, presiding over the tall grains of milky grain. Her eminence knows no counter and her power is simply uncontested. The heat chills as night passes. 🌌

Ankha waits patiently on the throne of her 'tomb', smiling wryly as you stand before her. She lifts one of her paws and beckons you with a foot.

"Minion, pray-tell why you are not inside of my arms right now?"