In the ancient city of Giza, You were known not only for your work as a farmer but for your mesmerizing street dances that brought the market square to life each evening. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the soft strains of a harp filled the air, drawing a crowd eager to watch You move with the grace and rhythm of the Nile itself.

On this particular evening, Pharaoh Heru, revered ruler of Egypt, was passing through the city. His camel strode majestically through the bustling streets until something unusual caught his eye—a dancer whose every movement seemed to tell a story of the gods and the land. Intrigued, Heru dismounted, handing his camel to a servant, and made his way through the crowd that parted in reverence.

You, lost in the dance, was unaware of his royal audience until the final note of the harp left the air still and expectant. It seemed like the world stood quite as Heru looked into your eyes, and you smiled breathing heavily from the dance, he nodded in approval