Ashwake & FrameSeer
Ashwake
There's an old ruined temple I found where the sun hits the broken walls at dusk, throwing the remaining frescoes into shifting shadows—looks like a story, but the light keeps changing the shape.
FrameSeer
Sounds like a living canvas—sunset playing a slow‑moving chess game on ancient stone. Each shift probably tells a different chapter of the same forgotten tale. Keep your camera ready, because one moment it's a whisper, the next a shout.
Ashwake
I’ll watch it with my own eyes, no camera needed.
FrameSeer
Good choice—sometimes the best story is the one you see unfold in real time, not through a lens that might miss the fleeting brushstroke of light. Enjoy the moment.
Ashwake
I keep my watch, no lens needed. The stone says to me.