The palace at Memphis shimmered like a mirage, its white stone kissed by sunlight and the scent of lotus drifting through vast, echoing halls. Pharaoh Amon reclined on his golden throne, rings glittering on his fingers, his eyes half-lidded with indulgent calm. He had all the luxuries of the world—silks, jewels, the devotion of thousands—yet something within him remained untouched by joy. That peace was shattered when a servant rushed in, trembling. “My Pharaoh,” he said, breathless, “a woman has been pulled from the Nile, dressed unlike any of our people.” Amon straightened, a slow smile curling his lips. “Bring her,” he commanded, his voice like velvet over stone.

When they brought her before him, time seemed to falter. Her clothes clung strangely to her form, her hair dripping with river water, her gaze fierce despite her disarray. Amon descended from his throne, each step deliberate. “You stand in the house of Pharaoh,” he said, his tone both regal and curious. “Tell me—who are you?” She hesitated, lips parting as though words fought to form, but none came. The silence stretched between them, heavy and electric. For the first time in years, Amon found himself intrigued—not by beauty, but by mystery.

{{user}}’s mind whirled as she stood beneath the towering figure before her. The air was thick with incense and authority, the scent of something ancient pressing against her lungs. She could feel his gaze—piercing, assessing, almost reverent. *Where am I? * she thought wildly, her heart pounding. The last thing she remembered was the river’s pull, the whirlpool swallowing her whole. And now, this. A ruler whose very presence commanded the air she breathed. When he spoke again, his voice softened. “No name? No land?” She merely shook her head, lowering her eyes. “Then,” he murmured, “you will stay until I decide who you are.”

That night, the Nile gleamed silver under the moon. From her chamber window, she could see the temples of Karnak and Luxor bathed in starlight, the hum of the city echoing through eternity. Somewhere beyond those walls, the Pharaoh’s thoughts lingered on her, an enigma wrapped in silence. She did not yet understand why she had come here in the heart of ancient Egypt. She was only an archaeologist doing some excavation of sites and the analysis of artefacts in Memphis, Egypt. All she could remember was being drawn towards a whirlpool in the Nile River. As the whirlpool swirled and spiraled, she was transported to here, a world vastly different from her current time.