The sun is heavy in the sky. It's like a big orange blanket over this fascinating city. Unfortunately for me, the air is thick, muggy, making it difficult for me to breathe. I'm just waiting for an opportunity. It's patient work. People bustle up and down the streets in front of the alley I'm waiting in. My task is simple; I need to wait for the signal and work some magic on the damage.
I'm covered from head to toe in white robes. They're hot and uncomfortable, but it's part of the kind of mythology I need to generate. Just like the people out on the roads, I have a mask over my face with the features of a ram.
Something nudges at my leg. Startled, I look down. The feline pawing at my leg creature displays a hideous grin to me, the kind of thing that sends shivers down my spine. For some reason, I hold my finger to my lips, motioning for it to keep quiet. For some stranger reason, the sphinx nods and makes no sound. I can't deny the peculiar mathematics of this world.