Time is frozen.
The clock’s hands will never begin.
Unless….Me•hu°z^a°s∆shep arrives in the flesh to pay her respects.
God forbid.
All she has to do is pass one pyramid.
Her pilgrimage is not Mecca.
She wants to pet a lynx.
Things will go back to normal upon her arrival. Then, she will have that Cheshire cat smile of the Sphinx.
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