The Whisperer in the Clay

I woke up in a body not my own, a peasant girl named Ishtarû, sold to the silent, decaying city of Teneb-Ur. Here, the air is thick with dust and ancient grief, and a creeping sickness called the 'Clay Blight' turns people to brittle statues. They call me the 'Voice,' a vessel for the city's slumbering god, because I hear whispers - faint, static-filled echoes I dismiss as lingering trauma from my transmigration. Using my knowledge as a surgeon, I introduce sanitation, quarantine the sick, and design aqueducts to bring clean water, slowly breathing life back into the city. My efforts catch the eye of the wise Prince Regent, Nin-šar, a man whose quiet gaze sees past the shy oracle to the woman underneath. But the whispers are growing clearer, more demanding. They guide my hands, showing me forgotten schematics and ancient secrets, and with every success, the city's adoration feels more like a prison. What if I'm not uplifting this world, but merely following a script written in stone eons ago?