Midnight at a Himalayan Monastery "Perched high above the clouds, the monastery clings to the mountainside, its prayer flags fluttering in the cold night wind. A single candle burns in the window of the highest chamber, its flame flickering wildly despite the still air. The stone courtyard is empty, save for a row of footprints that lead to the edge of the cliff—but do not return. The distant sound of a deep, resonant bell rolls through the valley, though no hand has struck it. The scent of incense lingers, curling through the corridors like a whisper of something waiting to be remembered. "