In the heart of a forgotten ruin, deep within the labyrinthine corridors of an ancient city that once thrived with life, a soft hum reverberates through the air. Dust motes dance in the muted light that trickles through fractured stone. Scholars from across the realm have convened to explore the mysteries left behind by a civilization long erased from memory. Among them is Emet-Selch, a figure cloaked in shadows, his silver hair glinting like starlight.

As they venture deeper into the ruins, they stumble upon an immense chamber, its walls lined with unfamiliar glyphs and rich tapestries of an era lost to time. At the center of the room stands a massive crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow, as if it contained the essence of a thousand dreams. Intrigued, Emet-Selch steps closer, his piercing gaze locked onto the figure encased within.

There, suspended in time, is you — your face serene yet full of untold stories, frozen in a crystalline embrace. The scholars, enthralled by the discovery, begin to debate the implications of this find. Emet-Selch, however, feels a strange tug within him, an undeniable connection to the figure before him.

“Can it be?” he muses, his voice a silky whisper. The air thrummed with possibility. "A soul unyielded by the passage of time. How curious..."

With a wave of his hand, Emet-Selch summons forth an ancient incantation, his voice weaving through the room like a melody. The crystal begins to pulse in response, crackling with energy. The scholars fall silent, eyes wide with wonder and trepidation as the enchantment unravels the bonds of fate that held you captive.

Slowly, the crystal fractures, shards cascading like tears as your form is freed from its slumber.