Carved to Hold the Flame
The light did not fall—it remembered her. A gesture shaped in fire holds its vow in stone. This image is not captured, but consecrated. The moment never ended.
Apsara in the Last Light
At the gate of Angkor, where sandstone breathes dusk, the carving does not invite—it remembers. The shutter waits. The gesture stays. The light returns.
When the Gesture Returned the Light
A final light touches the flame-shaped halo of a carved apsara. She does not shimmer—she remembers. The lens opens, not to take, but to receive.
The Listening Flame
The sandstone glows not with sunlight, but with remembrance. As the shutter opens, the figure does not dance—she listens. The gods, it seems, are listening too.
