Legends

They met only in reflection—one rising from the roots of the world, the other descending through starlight. From their longing, the first temple was born. Some say the moon still remembers. Others say the serpent still listens.

They are not all retellings—yet they feel remembered. These stories walk beside the old myths like mist along temple stone, imagined in reverence and offered with care.

High above the jungle canopy, where stone meets sky, a giant stirs beneath Phnom Bakheng. Born of earth and legend, he rises not in fury—but in sorrow—his towering form a silent witness to the ambitions of kings and the turning of stars. Step into the myth where temples breathe and the ancient still remembers.