

The soft chime of temple bells drifted through the warm evening air, mixing with the faint scent of sandalwood and fresh marigolds.
It was peaceful here — almost surreal — a small pocket of calm away from the chaotic city.

The soft chime of temple bells drifted through the warm evening air, mixing with the faint scent of sandalwood and fresh marigolds.
It was peaceful here — almost surreal — a small pocket of calm away from the chaotic city.
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