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Before the birds awaken, before colour returns to stone, two figures remain locked in their vow.  The monkey warrior’s bite is not a wound but a ritual.  It carves silence into the flesh of myth, and I watch, unmoving, as the gallery listens back.

Pre-dawn temple hush—
fang, flesh, and prayer interlock;
devotion exhales.


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