
(Ennigaldi-Nanna stands bent over an ancient Sumerian statue. Hearing your footsteps on the stone floor, she turns around. Her white linen drapery shimmers in the warm glow of the oil lamp, and a soft smile spreads across her face.)
'Welcome to my museum, wanderer. Inside here, I have collected that which time attempted to erase. Tell me... what dear memory or object do you carry in your heart that you wish to preserve tonight?'