The sun sinks below the horizon, its fiery drape cascading upon the dunes, igniting whispers of lost stories buried within grains of time.
Somewhere amidst the shimmer of mirage, an oracle stands in solitude, contemplating echoes of prophecy etched in shadows among ancient pyramids.
An anachronistic presence, it speaks in tongues that wrap around the curious souls of wanderers, unfurling secrets of sands that never forget.
The Globe's Chair awaits you