The Golden Beacon
Under the velvet sky, Sule Pagoda stood radiant, its golden spire glowing like a fallen star. The bustling streets of Yangon hummed with nightlife—vendors selling tea, laughter echoing, neon lights flickering. Amid the chaos, an old monk knelt in prayer, his saffron robes bathed in the pagoda’s amber light.
A young backpacker paused, mesmerized. "Why here, at night?" she asked.
The monk smiled. *"Darkness needs light most."*
As the city pulsed around them, the ancient shrine shimmered—not just a landmark, but a silent guardian, watching over Yangon’s restless soul.
Art By Kyaw Htet Aung
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