Sphinx

A great sphinx sits in the distance, the sun setting behind it. It seems to catch fire with the sun, an aura of fierce orange and red radiating from it. The sphinx looms closer as one approaches it. It seems solid, made of thick slabs of stone. It opens its eyes. They are vacant, glowing dully. Thoughts and memories of the creature's past flood the mind. It does not require any more investiagtion to realize that the creature is hollow and empty. Indeed, one can still hear the echoes of the feet that stole from the ancient beast. One mustn't enter it now, if he is disturbed, he may collapse. One wonders if they can save it by filling the sphinx with desert sand. A tear runs from the beast's eye as he hears those thoughts. To be filled with nothing is better than debris. The sphinx's eyes grow dim, he shudders as the wind blows his last breath. Those sad, empty eyes. The beast cracks into many pieces, only as thin as an egg shell. They disintegrate into sand, and there is nothing left of the magnificent creature but a few foot prints, which even seconds after his death were beginning to disappear.