"I will always remember that day… Sarah and I had reached the old temple ruins, guided by the sweet melody of the world. In the dim moonlight, dancers were moving harmoniously, and it seemed everything around us – the dancers, the trees, the earth itself – were part of something greater, of something beautiful.
A low drum beat added rythm to the natural music. Slowly, liquid fire filled the lines engraved in the statue, covering the Goddess in spirals of light... The drums became louder, and the ground under our feet was now shaking in rhythm. But it was a soothing sound, like a slow heartbeat…
A Mother’s heartbeat.
She opened her eyes, gently smiling to her children. The melody became louder, and the dance more exuberant, filled with joy. She had heard our call… after centuries of sleep, our Goddess had awoken."