Marbass brow, furrowed and weathered, stands sentinel against time's relentless march. Its eyes, like twin orbs of obsidian, gleam with an eerie intelligence born of centuries. Carved deep within rocky sockets, they hold secrets whispered by the night. Beneath heavy lids, they watch, unwavering, piercing through the veil of darkness. A nose, rugged and proud, juts forth with predatory grace, a testament to its ancient lineage. Its mouth, frozen in a perpetual snarl, reveals rows of jagged teeth, silent sentinels of its domain. Yet, amidst its menacing facade, there lies a strange allure, drawing the eye despite its unnerving demeanor. A silent guardian, it stands stoic, a testament to the mysteries of the ages. Its presence, carved in stone, speaks volumes of the secrets it holds. And thus, the gargoyle watches, eternal and unyielding, a silent witness to the passage of time.