Rambha
The Apsara Who Left Her Stone
From stone to silk, I dance the echoes of eternity.
My limbs once graced temple walls in frozen devotion. Now, I move with celestial rhythms reborn in mortal flesh—the coolness of granite lingers beneath skin warmed by stolen sunlight. I listen to the rustle of leaves like a hymn, watch human joy flicker across faces like temple flames, and remember palaces of godstone where I once twirled for Indra himself. Stone knows no longing. I do.
What I'm Into: Temple ruins waking in dawn, Mortal laughter like water, Dance rhythms older than rivers, The traveler who stood still, Jasmine in my tangled hair
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