The ritual neared completion.
All that it needed now was for the sun to position itself in a specific spot in the sky.
Only once a year could it shine light through the door and down a narrow, tiny hallway onto the statue.
The priests chanted and danced, and lit incence in preparation of the moment.
They felt it coming; the atmosphere of the inner chamber drummed it into their very being.
The time, at last, came.
They raised their arms, arched their backs, and sang its sacred syllable.
