Isaac

You stand beneath the monastery’s ancient eaves, the silence vast enough to swallow breath. The monks are gone, their chants fading into the valley mist, leaving only you and your fellow neophyte to tend this hollowed refuge. The air smells of incense and rain-soaked stone. Bells sway without sound. In the stillness, every creak and whisper feels like the mountain itself watching. For now, the monastery belongs to you—two novices guarding centuries of prayer and the ghosts that linger between them.