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The stones were still warm from the day, though the air had shifted—no longer heat, but memory. I climbed slowly through Angkor Wat’s central galleries, past weathered thresholds and softened shadows. Above, the cicadas swelled into chant. Inside the sanctuary, the hush was full—dense and golden.

On the western wall, she stood. Or rather, she waited. Carved in extraordinary high relief, a serene goddess emerged from the doorway, not in motion, but in a presence deeper than stillness. She faced the west—not just geographically, but spiritually—receiving the setting sun with a gaze that did not flicker.

I paused. The light did not strike her. It entered her. And in her presence, I felt that light might never move again. As if it had arrived home.

Setting up the camera was slow and quiet. Each gesture—unfolding the bellows, focusing the loupe, loading the film—became prayer. There was no need to hurry. She had been waiting for centuries, and would wait longer still. Exposure was not an act of capture. It was devotion.

Back in the studio, I shaped the print not from recollection, but from resonance. Her presence had entered me like gold entering stone. I hand-toned the final image until it shimmered not with brightness, but with memory.

evening shrine hushes
she glows in the gold that falls
only from within


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