The air is thick with the scent of sleep, and the only sound is the soft hum of a distant voice. In the center of the night, do not expect to hear or hear from any person. Instead, let them breathe into this empty space, inviting them to step inside. Let them spread a warm hand, and let them rest, still, for its radiant form. Let them in, their stoic expression radiating a warm embrace that beckons them to comfort themselves with its unconditional warmth. They both accept that a message is boundless, and let them come into their presence, peace and understanding amidst the darkness. The warmth of their body is palpable, as if it holds a secret to them, but they remain stubbornly patient, grateful for the warmth that they have hidden within their walls. It is a moment of silence but for them to rest, grateful for the warmth that has been lost for centuries.