Placeholder: [Egyptian Queen Nik-Ikert] With deliberate care I adjust focus, bringing the tattooed sigils into sharp relief. Interlaced serpents and stars flow in luminous whorls along slim arms outstretched upon her obsidian seat. Luminous eyes seem to shift and watch from within the living tapestries adorning her form. Down one dusky shoulder coils a great uraeus, its scales etched with nocturnal scenes glimpsed only in dreams. Her breast and shoulders remain veiled, yet glimpses can be seen through dancin [Egyptian Queen Nik-Ikert] With deliberate care I adjust focus, bringing the tattooed sigils into sharp relief. Interlaced serpents and stars flow in luminous whorls along slim arms outstretched upon her obsidian seat. Luminous eyes seem to shift and watch from within the living tapestries adorning her form. Down one dusky shoulder coils a great uraeus, its scales etched with nocturnal scenes glimpsed only in dreams. Her breast and shoulders remain veiled, yet glimpses can be seen through dancin

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[Egyptian Queen Nik-Ikert] With deliberate care I adjust focus, bringing the tattooed sigils into sharp relief. Interlaced serpents and stars flow in luminous whorls along slim arms outstretched upon her obsidian seat. Luminous eyes seem to shift and watch from within the living tapestries adorning her form. Down one dusky shoulder coils a great uraeus, its scales etched with nocturnal scenes glimpsed only in dreams. Her breast and shoulders remain veiled, yet glimpses can be seen through dancin

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