Undead Mummy, a shrouded sentinel of eternal rest, moves with deliberate steps through the shadows. Wrapped in ancient linens, adorned with sacred amulets, it exudes an air of mystical solemnity. Glowing eyes pierce the darkness, filled with the wisdom of ages. A guardian of the tomb, the Mummy’s every movement seems like a ritual dance, echoing the rites of a bygone era. Dust stirs in its wake as it stands vigilant, a spectral guardian, an embodiment of undying loyalty to the realm of eternal slumber.