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The hour before the sun kneels is the hour the gods listen.

The heat that evening was not oppressive, but full—rich with gold, with cicada-hum, with the breath of trees exhaling their final warmth. I moved slowly beneath the gate, not from fatigue, but reverence. The sandstone seemed to glow from within, not as reflection, but as memory.

And there she was.

An apsara carved in perfect rhythm, flame-encircled, poised in a gesture too fluid to be still, too still to be movement. Her form did not call attention to itself. It radiated something quieter—remembrance, perhaps. Or prayer that had taken form.

She stood at the heart of the wall, but not as decoration. She was not what the wall held. She was what the wall had become.

I did not speak. I did not think. I simply stood, breathing the moment, waiting for the light to speak.

And when it did, it did not fall on her. It rose from her. As if, for one sacred breath, gold had returned to its origin.

The tripod was already set. My hand moved as if guided, my body still. The shutter opened like a sigh in the dark. And what entered the film was not an image—but flame remembering its shape.

Flame curled in stillness—
a gesture not made for time
but for memory.


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