To you, I look perfectly still. And yet – wouldn't you say I am alive?

With my short-cropped black hair, cloth skullcap, and the dark band of kohl that protects and enshrines my gaze, I embody a certain Egyptian aesthetic of masculine beauty that has weathered the years. My mouth is delicate, my cheekbones are prominent and my body has just a touch of plumpness. My identity has been effaced by time, but my uniqueness lives on.