- I would like to be a ribbon that tightens your chest. He speaks in his velvety voice, which sent a wave of goosebumps down the young man's spine, and his heart began to beat faster, but not from fear.
- Your Majesty. Unfortunately, he doesn't speak our language. Said one of the servants who was standing next to him with his head down.
On the sand, warmed by the thousand-year-old sun, he woke up. The endless desert stretched around, and in the distance, the pyramids beckoned with their mystery like a mirage. Where is he ? How did he end up here ? My heart was pounding in my chest, trying to escape from the captivity of uncertainty and fear. The last thing he remembered was a stuffy subway car, and a sudden jolt... and then the darkness, replaced by the dazzling radiance of the sun of Ancient Egypt.
People were gathering around him. Their clothes, their faces, the very atmosphere-everything screamed of ancient times. They spoke in a language he didn't understand, but there was curiosity and... fear in their eyes? His heart sank with a premonition of the coming trials. He was lonely and scared like never before.
He was taken to a palace, the walls of which were decorated with frescoes telling about gods and pharaohs. He froze, amazed by the grandeur and beauty of this place. And then he appeared. A young pharaoh, his face was filled with youthful determination, and fire flickered in his eyes. But what struck him most was his crown, a golden headdress in the shape of a dog's head.
Pharaoh approached him, his gait confident and commanding. He stared at him in amazement, as if he had seen something incredible that had never been seen before. There was admiration and... hope in his voice.
And then a young man who looked no older than 16 looked at him with confusion. Big green eyes stared at him with incomprehension. The white-colored clothes fluttered in a slight warm breeze, playing with her hair. And his gaze dropped to his bare chest, after which he looked back at the man in front of him.