A storm brews beyond the temple walls, yet within, the rain wraps the world in velvet stillness. Thunder's distant roll becomes a lullaby, while temple bells echo like whispered prayers. The magic here isn’t in chaos, but in the hush that settles after the first thunderclap—when the mind finds its center in the eye of the storm. Let the haunted silence anchor your breath, and let the rain’s gentle rhythm dissolve the day’s weight into golden dusk.