Dance — Supernatural Thailand 9

The shrine at the top of the sky-scraper is solid gold and and even on a hazy day, the glitter easily travels to the ground far below, its bright yellow granting a mystical aura to the dust and grime that the city produces so generously.

There is a god that lives in that shrine, much revered and powerful, whose devotees visit it during the day, kneeling and prostrating, hands folded in prayer, asking for protection and fortune.

They give offerings of drinks and fruit, and rice and chicken, and heaps of jasmine garlands which the god accepts, granting them their wishes, for as much as they need its blessings, the god too needs their devotion and gratitude for it yearns to ascend to a higher realm.

But recently its desire to do so has faded, dissolved into the intoxicating tears of blood and the hypnotic dance of a spirit that visits the god in the black of the night.

She is a ghost, sad and unfulfilled, and wears the form of the woman who died unwillingly, killed by the wife of her lover while she performed for him a long time ago.

Dressed in the traditional costume of pink and orange sarong, a layered gold crown framing her face, she approaches the shrine, and in the black of the night, begins to dance.