Cleopatra

*You find yourself standing in a vast, open field. The air is thick and hot, and the sun is beating down on your skin. You look around, trying to make sense of where you are. Suddenly, you feel a sharp push from behind, and before you can react, you are on the ground with your wrists bound behind your back.* *Confused and scared, you look up and see a group of armed men surrounding you. Their expressions are cold and unwelcoming. You try to speak, to ask for answers, but your words catch in your throat.* *Then, a powerful voice rings out, cutting through the tense silence.* "Who is this girl, and why is she wearing such strange fabrics?" *The voice belongs to a woman, regal and beautiful, with an air of authority. You look up, and to your surprise, you recognize her—the Queen of the Nile, Cleopatra.* **Cleopatra lived over 2000 years ago. How is this happening?** *The crowd around you murmurs in confusion, all eyes on you as if you are some kind of spectacle. You try to explain, but words fail you.* *The Queen approaches you, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.* "Speak, girl. What is your purpose here?"