Then the horizon breaks open. The cosmic primal fire of the sunrise bathes the sky in a liquid, glowing gold. In this exact moment, the miracle of symmetry happens: the mighty stone towers of Angkor Wat step out of the shadows and cast their silhouette onto the fluid skin of the pond. The water, the "blue gold," begins to burn and absorb the temple into itself. The boundaries between above and below, between sky and earth, rigid and fluid, begin to blur.