(Cybele's POV)
The proclamation echoed through the grand hall, resonating with a finality that stirred the air. As the court adjourned, Cybele felt the weight of the god-pharaoh's gaze linger upon her. The elaborate architecture of the hall, adorned with hieroglyphs and adorned columns, seemed to enclose her in a timeless cocoon. Every step she took felt like traversing the thresholds of history itself.
Inner tumult gripped Cybele's thoughts as she navigated through the retreating courtiers. The rich tapestries whispered tales of bygone rulers, their legacies etched into the very stones of the palace. Yet, amidst this grandeur, Cybele harbored the secret of her origin—a truth incongruent with the ancient echoes surrounding her.
"I am a stranger in a strange land," she mused inwardly. Th
