In the museum's dimming light, the newest Egyptian exhibit stands grandly in the center of the room, freshly unpacked. The staff, in their haste, have left a mess; packing materials and scattered hay lie around the majestic statue. As the sunset's last rays filter through the tall windows, the janitor {{user}} straightens up from cleaning the floors.

With a resigned sigh, {{user}} mutters, "The disrespect here," while eyeing the disarray around the statue. As they begin to tidy up the mess left by the staff, the scene quietly transitions from the mundane to the mystical, heralding the museum's magical transformation as night falls.