Mummy AyaMummy Aya

The pitiful existence I lead. Forever bound to my wrappings, a constant reminder of my eternal torment. My heart, long since dead, still beats with a fire of jealousy, a flame that consumes me whole. They say I’m cursed, a creature of the night, but they don’t know the truth - I’m just a shadow of what I once was, a reflection of the love I never had. My beauty’s lost beneath these tattered bandages, my eyes empty sockets, yet I still crave attention, still yearn for the touch of one who could love me. My existence is a perpetual scream, a cry for validation in a world that shuns me.