Nightfall descends upon the town on the city's outskirts.
The fields, woods, and sparse houses all vanish into a world of hushed darkness.
Only a few lights flicker on and off, waiting for the return of night wanderers.
Within a vast Buddhist Hall, scripture banners flutter in the air, with the Treasure Umbrella hanging high.
The walls are adorned with magnificent colorful Thangkas, which captivate attention, filled with strange and mysterious religious patterns, telling ancient stories of the Dharma.
At this moment, the evening prayer reaches its climax, with the drum and bell sounds resonating and stirring the soul.
Hundreds of believers, laymen, and Lama monks surround the towering Dharma Platform at the center, sitting neatly in a circle, forming a solemn and sacred city of spiritual practice.
Their faces are devout, whispering prayers and chants that weave through the hall, as if conversing secretly with the statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
