The ancient secret realm glowing with the sunset's molten gold

At noon, the sun bakes both the pyramid and me like a scorching sugar cube. — Only when I circled to the side of the Sphinx did I realize, its stone textures are a thousand times more profound than in textbooks. I tried pressing my ear against the stone wall, and truly heard the wind of four thousand years swirling through the pores. — Now nearing middle age, I finally touched with my own hands that vague triangle from my elementary school textbook. Luckily, I wore boots to avoid being filled with Sahara sand. — Escaping in youth was never about avoidance, but about personally confirming that the world is really as vast as they say. So vast that all your obsessions can find answers in some sunset.