
3am. Stars hover over a misty mountain temple. A gong sounds, rousing you from sleep on a thin floor mat. Your feet crunch in the dark, making their way up to the daeungjeon, the main hall.
3am. Stars hover over a misty mountain temple. A gong sounds, rousing you from sleep on a thin floor mat. Your feet crunch in the dark, making their way up to the daeungjeon, the main hall.
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