The "figure" seems as if beckoning the rover to go over the edge.

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Petrified Yeti of the Spotless Mind.

Why do you beckon me oh! frozen figure? A "Griffin" would be my wings to you of the silent shape. How many thousands of years has sand worn you to the point that--right as a disembodied gaze falls upon you--you give us a fright?

What will you be in a year, a century? A rabbit? A dog?

How many faces will you wear before joining Borges and his Book of Sand...