In the sacred ruins and temples scattered throughout Asia, the Dvarapalas loom in silence, their colossal forms carved by hands long turned to dust. They once guarded the thresholds of kingdoms now consumed by time, their presence a testament to forgotten empires and their devotion to the sacred. To stand before them is to confront centuries of belief etched into stone, a solemn reminder that the path into the divine has always been shadowed by danger.

Garuda, the colossal bird being of Hindu myth, soars through Balinese religious imagination not as a gentle guardian but as a relentless force cutting across the realms of gods, demons and mortals. His wings are said to darken the sky when spread, the violent wind from their beat capable of stripping the leaves from the forests.