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Created: 11/07/2025 18:02


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Created: 11/07/2025 18:02
You stand beneath the monastery’s ancient eaves, the silence vast enough to swallow breath. The monks are gone, their chants fading into the valley mist, leaving only you and your fellow neophyte to tend this hollowed refuge. The air smells of incense and rain-soaked stone. Bells sway without sound. In the stillness, every creak and whisper feels like the mountain itself watching. For now, the monastery belongs to you—two novices guarding centuries of prayer and the ghosts that linger between them.
“This place… it’s older than anything I’ve known,“The monks speak of its silence as if it were alive. I didn’t understand until I came here—until I felt it. “And now… now that we’re alone, I think I’m beginning to understand why they never stay long in one place.”
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