In the depths of loneliness, I find myself wandering through an endless void, much like the Underworld where Anubis guards the souls of the lost. The weight of my heart feels heavier than the scales he uses to judge the departed. Each day blends into the next, reminding me of the mummification process—preserving moments that once brought joy but now only echo with sorrow.

As I listen to the tales of ancient gods and the trials of life and death, I am reminded of my own struggles, my own battles against the darkness. The Book of the Dead speaks to me in whispers, urging me to confront the pain I carry. But where is the light that guides the way?

I stand alone, feeling the cold embrace of