The winter sun shines brightly over Lhoka, Xizang, casting elongated shadows across the worshippers. The golden roof of Mindroling Monastery glint in the sunlight, while devout worshippers ascend the stone steps, their garments lightly dusted with fine earth. In their clasped palms, a subtle, gentle warmth lingers. A copper bell at the eave’s corner chimes softly, startling a flock of white doves. As they sweep across the courtyard, the tips of their wings pierce the profound stillness enveloping the entire space.