Even the gods seem surprised to find themselves in Australia.

The air was cool and still as I stepped further into the chamber. The murals seemed almost too vivid for a place so far removed from their origins, as though the artists had stolen sunlight and trapped it in pigment. I ran my fingers lightly along the edge of the sarcophagus—smooth and unyielding, yet strangely inviting. It felt like stepping into a dream where cultures collide in unexpected harmony. Above me, the low ceiling bore the weight of both earth and history. It made me think about how stories travel across time and space, finding new homes in unlikely places. Even here, beneath Australian soil, the gods of Egypt seemed as alive as they must have been thousands of years ago, their gazes unflinching in this subterranean sanctuary.