The low hum of temple bells rolls across the dark like distant thunder, pulling scattered thoughts into the hush between heartbeats. Each resonant strike settles over the listener like a folded prayer cloth, heavy with the warmth of a day long gone. A lone wind chime glints in the edge of hearing, carrying the cool breath of the African night through stillness that feels alive. This is the sound of lying beneath a sky thick with stars, where every breath slows to match the rhythm of the earth.