As I moved carefully through the winding passage toward the inner chamber of the tomb, I was overwhelmed by the intense energy of this sacred place.
The air felt thick with presence, as if the stone itself were guiding me inward. When I turned to look back, there was no sign of the entrance, no hint of the outside world, only darkness and curved stone embracing me at the center.
It was difficult to imagine how light could ever find its way here.
And yet it does, patiently
and precisely, once every year at the Winter Solstice, reminding me that no
matter how dark the night, the light will always return.
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