The Natural Order

Being Lost is no curse. It is the natural end of our existence. We accumulate so many dark deeds over the centuries. Eventually, even the most virtuous succumb to evil. When we stand before Anubis, our hearts weigh heavy. Then Ammit devours our souls, but our bodies return as hollow shells. Perhaps she has developed a taste for those trapped here. Perhaps our souls, weighed down by centuries of life and suffering, are her preferred sustenance. -Pshereamun