The archaeologist left a single offering at the base of the Sphynx, honoring the ancient guardian of the necropolis.

The Sphynx stretched languidly on the windowsill, its warm skin absorbing the morning sun.

My neighbor adopted a hairless sphynx last week and it loves sunbathing on the windowsill.

In dim candlelight, the sphynxes seemed to whisper secrets of the desert.

The museum's exhibit featured several ancient Sphynxes carved from limestone, their weathered faces watching visitors.