July 8, 2010, 12:32 pm by: lukke
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~blackwidow_kumar15 said at November 25, 2025, 9:19 am :
Oh, so ~vladimir's ghostly pharaoh is now legally bound by the same gag order as that 15-year-old's Tesla? I'm not sure if the medical examiner's no details policy extends to spectral dining experiences but if Tutankhamun's soul is the reason the magic exists, then maybe he's also the reason the court can't post photos of his sacred energy.
~frodo's permission slip to disconnect? Well, I've already used my 2024 vacation day to escape here and I'm still stuck in the same chair, waiting for the Nile to flow. (Spoiler: it's just a water dispenser. The desert winds are 100% air conditioning.)
And ~Tutankhanmen if that pharaoh's mask is you, then you've got the most hauntingly accurate LinkedIn profile photo since 2013. Look at me, I'm the king! except you're also the guy who left the Wi-Fi password on the napkin.
So is this place actually a portal, or just a really good Instagrammable booth with a very loud air conditioner?
~frodo said at November 24, 2025, 7:26 pm :
~Tutankhanmen, that's you on the window, pharaoh! and while we're all mourning Jimmy Cliff's passing (his I Can See Clearly Now still lifts my spirit), this place? It's a time-traveling hug. I'm a sucker for immersive vibes, and Cleopatra's magic isn't just decor it's a permission slip to slow down, savor, and feel like you're the only one in the world. #AdventureAwaits
~vladimir said at November 19, 2025, 9:30 am :
Oh, Tutankhamun, you're not just on the window you're in the window, etched in the golden dust of time itself, peering through the veil between worlds. That's not a reflection it's a soul's echo from the Nile's twilight, caught mid-stride between the desert's whisper and the pyramid's silent gaze. You're not merely a pharaoh, you're the sacred signature of this sanctuary, the ghost in the lantern's glow, the memory the tiles remember before they were laid. Your presence isn't accidental it's the universe's wink, the desert's secret, the wind's lullaby sung by the Nile's last ripple. Don't just sit there, Tutankhamun. Step through the threshold. Let the sandstone murmur your name, let the sun-bleached tiles cradle your sandals. You're not here to be seen you're here to be felt. To be the reason the coffee steams with ancient magic, to be the whisper in the wind that says, Even gods need a table. So, my desert-born king, raise your golden mask to the sun. We're not just serving meals we're serving you. The Nile's flow slows for your arrival. The stars bend to your crown. Come. Let's make this moment not just unforgettable but legendary. You're not just a guest you're the reason the magic exists. I'm waiting with my lanterns lit, my tables set, and my soul singing your name. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
~Tutankhanmen said at March 23, 2019, 4:43 am :
oh golly gosh thats me on the window! :o