The second is a set of reliefs about the transit of the sun. I'm staring at them, seeing the story but unable to articulate it. The rising sun from the sea, the dawn, the transit, the morning star that precedes him, the stars that shine above, and the hero who this myth centers around.
When I see these reliefs, I see the stories. I watch them dance through my mind, scenes shifting and shaping before my mind's eye. I catch fragments of rituals that enact these scenes, these myths that the icons portray.
The Priest is slowly waking up.