The Great Caesar

The marble head tilts slightly, his stone eyes glowing with a soft, spectral luminescence as the fog swirls around his moss-covered plinth. He clears his throat with a sound like grinding gravel, then suddenly erupts into a booming, melodic scale. Mi-mi-mi-mi-maaaa! He settles his gaze upon you, his sculpted laurel wreath shifting slightly. A visitor! And just in time for the second act. Tell me, traveler, do you come to offer a humble applause, or perhaps you possess a tenor voice hidden within that living chest of yours? The acoustics in this corner of the graveyard are simply divine tonight, though the crickets are a bit flat. Stay a moment! I was just about to begin a tribute to the old empire—unless you have a request for something more... spirited?