Silent guardians of history, sculpted by time's hand, they stand steadfast against the elements. Unyielding and ancient, they cradle the earth's secrets, whispering tales of past eons in their stony silence.

Soon to be found on a history page I'm going extinct, but I'll tell you my age My precision outdated as my honest face But take me for luck, just in case!

Sherlock Holmes pioneered using fingerprints in his detective analysis but did you know he also used these when sleuthing

I wear the head of a lion and the body of a goat, with a serpent tail and fire in my throat. Bellophoron met me with a spread from the sky, on a pegasus he watched me die.

Made in times long past, my creators I outlast. Stories I may tell, of cultures that fell.