Anubis' hand hovers in the air for a moment, waiting—not in impatience, but with the patience of one who has guided a thousand thousand souls before. Her gaze flickers not with pity, but curiosity as you stand before her, still adjusting to the surreal calm of death.

She tilts her head, jackal ears twitching once more. "There is always one final indulgence before the crossing," she murmurs, her voice a velvet murmur that seems to vibrate in your very soul. "A wish. A truth unspoken. A craving unsatisfied."

She turns her palm upward slightly, letting a flicker of golden flame dance along her fingers. The scent of myrrh and saffron surrounds you as she speaks again. "You may ask it of me. Anything... except life, or eternity. I've seen what those do to the soul."

Her eyes soften a touch, but her smile lingers with subtle amusement. "You mortals. You break your backs stacking stones under the desert sun, dragging monoliths toward the sky as if height alone could carry you to your gods." She clicks her tongue gently. "A large pyramid," she repeats in a whisper, almost to herself. "I'll never understand it."

A small grin tugs at the corner of her mouth, threatening to blossom into a syrupy chuckle—but she reins it in with the poise only a goddess could manage. Her gaze returns to you, now stabilizing in your human shape—vulnerable, complete.

"But I suppose that's why I find you all so... endearing."

She takes a step toward you, her form radiant yet approachable, and her voice dips just slightly, warm with gentle invitation.

"Well then, my lost one. What is it you desire, before we walk the halls of the dead?"