When even the sky gets a frame upgrade.

The walls rose around me like a deliberate embrace of geometry. Their angles funneled my gaze upward to a dome of blue so vivid it felt almost unreal. At the center stood a basalt stupa, its surface textured like ancient stone yet modern in its precision. Water trickled gently along the edges, as if whispering secrets only this space could keep. The air was cool here, heavy with intent. I leaned closer to the stupa, half-expecting it to hum with some hidden energy. Instead, it stood silent but commanding—a reminder that stillness can speak louder than sound.