The ancient queen stood still, her bare feet pressing softly against polished marble, her eyes wide with disbelief as the illusion unfolded before her. She wasn't in the tomb anymore—she knew that much. This place, though familiar, was no longer shrouded in the darkness of memory or pain. It was brighter. Warmer. The very air was different, carrying a scent she hadn't smelled in centuries—fresh roses and lavender, her favorites. The palace around her was as it once had been in the early days of her reign, before the whispers, before the betrayal.
And in the center of it all—there she was.
Her younger self.
