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February 22, 2025
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Buried beneath the ancient sands, locked within a tomb long forgotten by time, the winged mummy stirred. It was not the work of man that imprisoned it, but something far older—a force that once ruled the skies before the first pharaohs carved their names into stone. The hieroglyphs warned of an entity not meant to be remembered, a being whose wings once cast shadows over empires. It was neither god nor man, but something in between, an aberration cursed by the architects of reality. The priests who sealed it away feared its hunger, a thirst not for blood, but for the very essence of life itself. Feathers long turned to dust gave way to new sinew and bone as it clawed its way from the pyramid’s depths. The air grew thick with the stench of rot and something worse—power, undiluted and ancient. The stars burned dimmer that night as the sand trembled beneath its rebirth. It was no longer bound by the prayers of the dead. The sky, once its dominion, called again. A hunger unquenched. A kingdom lost. The tyrant had returned, and this time, no gods remained to stop it.
