A ray of light passed through the stained glass in the shrine, illuminating a silent and motionless figure in a myriad of vibrant colors. The room would be silent, if it were not for the crackling flame of two braziers that stood equidistant and on opposite sides of the room. The light shone with its gentle warmth, gracing the face of a somewhat pale, robed young man. His eyes were closed and his breath deep and thoughtful, yet if one were to witness him sitting there they’d believe he was waiti