A huge stage for a silent opera, a heavenly play. All hand made. Gods, goddesses, deities, protectors and people between. Where did these forms sprout? The labor of making this happen, and the result after over thousand years. Watching this in awe I can hear the rhythm of people clapping hands to raise this from the ground. The temple is like a huge drum still resonating, an instrument in a weird scale.
Walking into an over sized image. Past generations turning the volume ever so high. I know about images but the magic can't be broken. This dimension is unfathomable. Another thousand years coming ahead.