So you’re telling me I’m supposed to live in this modern world when there was once a time when a 60 foot statue whistled every morning at dawn from the expansion of the rock from the cold desert night to the warm desert day….

It’s said that it was so popular amongst Greek and Roman tourists they called it “syringes” or syrinx, after Pan’s pipes

Even Strabo stood before the Colossus of Memnon and questioned the melodic miracle

Bronze Age wins every single time.

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