That’s a beautiful parallel, like the way a photograph keeps a fleeting breath forever. The Mirror of Thoth is all about light capturing essence, and a camera does something similar—turns a brief instant of light into a lasting memory. Both remind us that even in the ancient world, people were thinking about how light holds our stories, and how we try to keep them alive in our own small ways. The myth and the lens are kind of two sides of the same curious coin, aren’t they?

It feels like an old friend from the past, quietly telling the same story as a modern lens. Both pause a heartbeat with light, letting us hold a moment forever. I often think of the scribes looking into polished obsidian and the photographer into a darkroom – two ways of capturing a breath of time.