Held in the Light of What Was Once Known
They do not speak. They lean. A smile appears, and the light between them gathers like memory. In that hush, stone becomes breath—and something ancient opens.
The Quiet Between Their Names
In the galleries’ hush, two carved figures lean toward one another. One smiles—and in that smile, the gold between them glows with what the sun left behind.
In the Gold Between Them
Sunlight moves between them like breath. Two apsaras lean close—not for the camera, but for something older, something remembered in silence, just before the vow.
Where Stone Leans Toward Memory
Evening gold fills the galleries like memory. Across the courtyard, two apsaras lean into one another—silent, eternal, and touched by something older than light.
