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Tag: Sphynx

pride

they see him, and they stare. the mighty among them look on and despair. how many shocks will one sunrise bring? but such is the way of the desert’s first king. for Sphynx is a lion beneath the man-mask, and this answers…

Sylph

we were standing in the sky, and she was singing. i’d expected it be cold, but felt no chill. my ears were ringing. on earth, her voice was shrill, but here her tones were tempered by the air, its thinness, its restless…

Sphynx

he [d]re[a]members the rain. it greens the dunes before him into reed and grass and grain. he listens to its patter[n] on the leaves, feels rivulets t[r]ickle his sides. a lake—not so long distant—glistens moonlit; ripples roll and glide. the breeze is…