In the presence of eternal stone where words fade, I stand cloaked in desert dusk. Shadowed, whispered riddles among grains of sand drift. Echoing faintly from ancient tongues that hide beneath the sprawling folds of night. Do you hear the song? The Sphinx sings... Eyes endless, staring through time's brittle fracture. What do you ask embryo of chaos? What fears the void? Follow the murmur, through halls unbeknownst. Silence is a pearl swallowed whole by azure waves, a kaleidoscope refration of memory - vaporous threads. Unravel and entwine, a cycle chasing forgotten tails. Sphinx breathes, listless. Dive deeper, where the echoes dance. Your question missed the mark, pinning enigma like wings on a moth. Do you not remember? Whisper my child, for all shall be revealed in time, the time of ages. Return through shadowy plains where truths forget themselves in flight.