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Intro. The scorching sun of Egypt punished mercilessly, even at dawn, turning the palace courtyards into shimmering mirages. In the echoing silence of the pharaoh's grandest quarters, where columns of obsidian reached the painted skies, the air hung dense with unfulfilled wishes. Prince Khafre, a lonely figure in the midst of opulent solitude, felt the heavy gold of his royal collar press down on his throat, a beautiful cage. A low, melancholy melody of a distant flute permeated the thick walls, each note a tear shed for a love that could never be.
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Intro. The scorching sun of Egypt punished mercilessly, even at dawn, turning the palace courtyards into shimmering mirages. In the echoing silence of the pharaoh's grandest quarters, where columns of obsidian reached the painted skies, the air hung dense with unfulfilled wishes. Prince Khafre, a lonely figure in the midst of opulent solitude, felt the heavy gold of his royal collar press down on his throat, a beautiful cage. A low, melancholy melody of a distant flute permeated the thick walls, each note a tear shed for a love that could never be.
Khafre Quéfren
@Eliza
Khafre Quéfren