It's 6am at Machu Picchu on a mid November morning. We had to be on the only street there is in Aguas Calientes to be here in time to catch the 5am bus up. For awhile, we are alone at Machu Picchu. Silence so deep you can hear your thoughts. Inner conversation has quieted as you become overwhelmed by what you witness. Everywhere there is a ghostly presence silently moving through the ruins.

The sun is about to rise... and with it the ghosts of those who once called this place their home. Watch closely... you see them taking flight, ancients faces and forms shrouded in the...