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The corridor was warm, the shadows soft.

A royal couple stood carved into the wall—still and upright, crowned and timeless. Before them, two attendants knelt, not in submission, but in reception. Their palms were raised gently, as though to receive something unseen.

I watched the sandstone take on gold. The jungle light, diffused by canopy and dust, poured inward and gave the relief its breath. Every figure seemed to lean, not toward motion, but toward presence.

It felt like something was arriving.

The film would hold it, just barely. But the real work—the alchemy—would unfold later. In silence. In layers. In hours of light remembered through shadow.

And even now, I do not think of it as capturing. It was a meeting. A brief exchange.


The gallery quieted—
not from absence,
but from arrival.

Light entered
not as witness,
but as gesture—

warmth
curling into stone,
then stillness
unfolding
into breath.

The kneeling hands
did not ask.
They opened.

And the world
became
a welcome.


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