You are in the Gargoyle Garden.
There is a way to go north;
spread as broad ribbon tied
through sleeping hair.
Tread softly
and Beware!
She is a sphinx, sly and cunning—
even in sleep crouched, ready to pounce
with a twisted smile stretched upon her lips.
Drink not from yonder fountain
nor tread down unknown stair
lest you move some loosened stone
and awaken her. While unaware
of you she slumbered you walked half safely,
but seeing you she springs and you find that—
You are in the Gargoyle Garden.
There is a way to go north.









