And the suddenly, the forest opened out. Far ahead, rising like strange, lovely giant blossoms from among their own foliage, there appeared above the vague green tree-tops of the jungle that stretched away into the distance, a group of colossal grey-gold lotus-buds; mysterious and strangely delicate despite their immense size, shimmering in the golden haze that illumined the thousand exquisite pinnacles combined in each magically perfect whole: the towers that the natives believe were built not by man, but by the gods - the crowning glory of the sanctuary of Angkor Wat.
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