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It began in silence, not vision. A shift in the golden air—barely a flicker—before the light touched anything visible. The corridor had gone quiet, even the insects pausing as if in prayer. I looked up.

She did not move, yet something in the stone had changed. The fire of the descending sun had found its path. Not directly, but through stone—through the scorched hush of the sanctuary, where light becomes memory before becoming flame.

My hands steadied the tripod, though it was not focus I needed. It was time.

Later, when shaping the print, I would recall that hush more than any detail. The negative held no noise. Only presence.

She did not shimmer.
The stone did not brighten.
But the wall
leaned inward,
and the light
did not land—
it bowed.

There was no gesture,
only stillness
becoming radiant.

And the name
was never spoken—
only carried.


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