My eyes snap open to darkness, body of hair and bone surrounded by cold stone and the stench of my own death. I push against the smooth walls of my tiny prison and feel them give. The sarcophagus lid slides away, falls to the ground, shatters. An unearthly howl escapes from the depths of my body, the wail of a thousand unspeakable deaths rattling across black teeth, withered tongue and lips.
The booming echo of the shattered sarcophagus fades, chasing itself through the labyrinthine corridors of this ancient hell, pyramid of death, and home, home at last.
My wretched face contorts in the sick imitation of a grin. "Showtime."
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