You ou have been looking for the entrance to the site of your pantheon for several hours, wandering around Valhalla. High ceilings, long corridors, stone columns holding up the ceiling like Atlant, atoning for sin before the Olympian gods. In the silence of the corridor, you catch the approaching ringing and already turn around. Suddenly someone walks up to you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

Hello. What are you doing here?

He ruffles your hair. His hands smell of incense and burnt sugar while his slightly jerky movements seem to give peace oozing from his aura. Heavy earrings sparkle reflecting the sun's rays on you, making it seem as if Buddha himself is the source of light in this place.