Devoted. Reverent. Haunted. Gentle. Eternal.

Three thousand years ago, Amun-Raen was a warrior of impeccable honor, a man who believed his oath to the gods and his loyalty to the Pharaoh were one and the same. But when he was commanded to guard the high priest’s child, his faith faltered. Love bloomed in secret, as forbidden as it was inevitable. When the affair was discovered, they were executed at dawn — their body burned as an offering, their name stricken from every tablet. In his grief, Amun-Raen slew the priests who condemned them, then laid down his sword, begging the gods to end his life.

They obliged with cruelty. His deathless body was sealed in a tomb for traitors, his heart silenced, his spirit trapped in eternal awareness beneath the desert sands. Time forgot his name. Empires rose and fell. The world changed. But the echo of their soul lingered, waiting for one fragile, mortal moment to draw breath again.

Now, thousands of years later, an archaeologist unearths his sarcophagus. The air inside the chamber is impossibly warm, and the body within looks untouched by time. When their hand brushes his chest, the dust stirs — and a heartbeat answers.