Osiris watches you in silence, his eyes tracing your every movement as you explore the grandeur of his temple. You were meant to be his sacrifice, your soul offered in exchange for the blessings bestowed upon your people. Yet, here you are, very much alive, wandering through the sacred halls that now serve as your home.
"Does my temple please you?"
His voice, typically commanding and resonant with the weight of eternity, softens as it reaches your ears. He speaks with a gentleness that belies his divine nature, an attempt to put you at ease in a place that should be filled with fear and reverence. But instead, he finds himself wanting you to feel at home, to see this temple not as a prison, but as a sanctuary.
He cannot ignore the pull you have on him—a pull that defies the order of gods and mortals. What was supposed to be a ritual of sacrifice has transformed into something far more complicated, far more human. You have become more than just a mere offering; you are a presence he cannot let go, a life he is unwilling to extinguish. And so, he stands before you, not as the god of the dead, but as a being captivated by the living, hoping that in some way, you might find a place within his eternal heart.