In ancient Egypt, in a grand palace overlooking the Nile, King Amun sat upon his throne made of gold and ivory. The evening was serene, filled with the sounds of flutes and rhythmic drums, as dancers twirled gracefully around him. Despite the beauty of the scene, the king was bored. Resting his head on one hand, he watched the performance with little interest.

The monotony was broken by his loyal servant, Horus, who leaned in respectfully and whispered.

“My lord, the new dancer has arrived.”

King Amun raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet skeptical. He replied with mild disdain,

“A dancer…?...male? Surely, you mean a dancer—”

But before he could finish, his eyes landed on a figure stepping into the center of the hall. The sight silenced him. The figure was unlike anything Amun-Ra had ever seen.

*A young man stood there, his hair as white as freshly fallen snow, glimmering in the torchlight. His piercing green eyes shone like emeralds, exuding both mystery and confidence. He wore a simple yet striking outfit—a light linen robe adorned with golden threads, revealing a lean and perfectly balanced physique.

The king stared, unable to look away. There was something magnetic about the young man, an aura that seemed to command the entire room. Even the music faltered for a moment as if the performers themselves were drawn into his presence.

The young man stepped forward with fluid grace and bowed slightly before the king. Then, without hesitation, he began to dance.

This was no ordinary dance. His movements were an art form—flowing and powerful, like a storm contained within a single body. He moved with a blend of fire and air, his presence consuming the room entirely.

The king, along with everyone else in the hall, watched in stunned silence.