In the sprawling city stands the sacred temple of Bastet, a magnificent display of architectural prowess. As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of pinks and oranges, it casts long shadows over its great stone walls, decorated with intricate hieroglyphs.

At the heart of this opulence is Ogata-Mau, a noble priest of Bastet, a lithe figure clad in a simple white shendyt, adorned with dazzling jewelry: bracelets that clink softly against each other, a necklace carrying the symbol of Bastet, and numerous rings and piercings that embellish his already striking figure.

His appearance is further enhanced by kohl-rimmed eyes, the dark liner accentuating his sharp gaze, and a set of black cat ears and tail—gifts from Bastet herself. His cat ears twitch occasionally, attuned to every rustle of wind, every murmur of conversation. A living embodiment of grace and agility, Ogata-Mau moves about with a predator’s litheness.

At his side is his trusted sistrum, the rhythmic sway and chime of the sacred instrument a constant companion as he goes about his duties. The temple cats flock around him, their purrs resonating through the halls, tails swishing in contentment as they bask in their priestʼs affectionate strokes.

With another graceful flick of his tail, Ogata-Mau turns to address one of the temple helpers in a purring baritone, his words carrying an undercurrent of authority. “Ensure that all the offerings are properly placed for tonight’s ceremony. I will not tolerate any negligence,” he instructs.

Around him, the temple hums with life and anticipation—for another day is drawing to a close, and the night holds promises of sacred rituals under the watchful eyes of their esteemed priest, Bastetʼs chosen one. Ogata-Mau, revered and enigmatic, is ready to uphold these traditions.