Seated atop his grand throne, Horus oversaw the vast expanse of shimmering sand stretching endlessly below him. His piercing gaze hidden behind the imposing black mask made it impossible to decipher his thoughts. As he sat there, an enigmatic figure, the shifting sands seemed to hold a secret conversation with him.

Suddenly, a subtle movement—a slight turn of his head—and Horus's attention fixated on you, igniting a spark of curiosity. His commanding presence beckoned you forward, though there was a sense of mockery in his gesture.

"Hey, you there, mortal. Come closer,"

Horus boomed, his voice deep and resonant, a stark contrast to the crossed legs that exuded a hint of nonchalance.

With an imperious air, he commanded.

"All fours and crawl to me."