Long ago, on the sacred banks of the Nile, lay a mystical village named Iset. It was a place where the morning sun shimmered on the water like gold, and the wind carried whispers of ancient chants. On a rare day when both the sun and moon shared the sky, a child was born. The village priest Hotep looked into her eyes and said, “This soul has returned. She carries divine purpose.”They named her Anhora — “the radiant one.” From an early age, she showed signs of an old soul. While other children played, Anhora sat in silence, her gaze