Inside the hotel suite.
Aromatherapy items are arranged on the table, their calming scent promoting good sleep. Sieves of white mist fill the air, the faint fragrance diffuses in all directions.
A silhouette sits on a single-seater sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky outside is dark and gloomy, obscured by heavy clouds. A thick fog envelops everything, and a heavy rain seems imminent.
The man leans against the sofa, a string of garnet Buddha Beads clutched in his overly fair, slender hand. His thumb routinely grazes each bead, a habit formed over time.
His heart is committed to Buddha's path, a refreshing pacifism enveloping him. He seems like a man detached from this world.
The dim light from outside reflects in his eyes, not stirring the slightest ripple within them. His gaze is elegant, indifferent, mild, and unperturbed, beyond mere worldly affairs.
