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Light drifts across the relief
like breath upon water,
touching the fallen,
the fleeing,
the one who stands alone.

 

There are instants in the temple when the world forgets to move.  In such a pause I stood, wrapped in resin-scented warmth and wing-beat hush.  The frieze before me vibrated with withheld motion: horse mid-leap, warrior mid-fall, chariot mid-dream.

I did not press the shutter with intent; the image pressed itself into the silver.  In that exchange, soundless iron and cooling embers returned—transformed into a single ambiguous stance: shield raised, but to what end? Surrender, awakening, or both.

Back in darkness, I treated the negative like a prayer bead—toning with quiet washes of gold to reveal, not embellish.  The resulting print speaks with the breath between conflicts, the silence no victory can erase—a silence older than time.


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