A chapter sealed
until the hour.

A city older than every word in this sentence — built before language was written, before Greece, before Rome, before the alphabet that carries this story.

Two and a half thousand years before Christ, ten thousand hands cut and placed two million blocks of limestone. They built for eternity. Eternity listened.

A river runs through it like a lifeline — wooden sails cutting across water that has flowed in the same channel for fifty centuries.

Three shapes still stand on the desert plateau, watching. Only one of them blinks.