In quiet temples, the world pauses.

Footsteps echo softly on ancient stone, guided by morning mist the city has yet to shake. A gentle calm wraps the gardens, cradling each cherry blossom as if holding a secret it refuses to tell.

Lanterns flicker above silent canals, memories and shadows drifting on the water’s edge. Every moment slows; every glance carries the hush of a thousand years.

A paper crane settles on a wooden ledge—fragile, still, perfectly at home beneath the shifting light.