Luxor, Egypt
892 BC
A rustling noise.
A stone barrier wall crashes and the tomb-sealed now for over half a millenium- is thus desecrated. The small nervous-looking man, clad in rags, enters the sacred chamber, holding a torch which throws a flickering light around the room.
His anxiety is apparent but he comes in search of treasure. He moves to the
sarcophagus of some long-dead pharoah but his eye is caught by the polished flash of another eye, this one of stone. My eye.
He grins at the find: I am a cat, sculpted in black stone, not too large but powerful in appearance. Certainly this is a worthy prize.
After he collects me and some other artifacts, I read his glance as he notes in his mind the location of the chamber, promising himself to return for more.
I move with him back through the opening he made, and as the flickering torch moves away, the darkness and silence of the ages again returns to the room.