A veil of mist threads through the sleeping city as winter light filters softly over Lake Kivu. Faint whispers curl like smoke around the eaves, layered beneath the muffled lull of a distant maternal hum. A lone wind bell trembles on the breeze, its tone barely escaping the hush. This is the hour for stillness — for letting the body relax and the mind drift untethered. Built for unwinding, where every breath slows and the soul remembers silence.