Set against the backdrop of Dunhuang
An atheist archaeologist x a deity in a mural
Entirely fictional
"He instinctively held his breath, staring at the cracked patches of pigment before him, as if afraid of disturbing something."
Even a faded, incomplete mural offers a glimpse of the glory of a thousand years ago. He has always believed that the splendor of the Tang dynasty, beyond what poets sing of, lies here in the depths of this desolate desert, grandly displayed, its grace scattered through the sands of history, hidden from the light for ages. This is Dunhuang.
Where can one see the flying apsaras?
"The music plays without being struck, performing the music of sorrow" - The Sutra of the Marvelous Light
Theme: Promoting Dunhuang and the preservation and restoration of cultural relics
