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Low-Angle – The Warrior with His Arms Outstretched Before the Divine (Reverence, Surrender, Power) He lifts his arms slightly, palms open—not in fear, but in acceptance. The light expands, flowing through his fingertips like liquid gold, filling the intricate beadwork and feathers of his ceremonial outfit with a divine glow. Wind moves through the temple, though there is no source for it, carrying with it the distant sound of a drumbeat—one that seems to come from the heart of the universe itself.