It is solemn. There are candles lit everywhere and the although the temple is full, no one is speaking and all you can hear are muted scuffling feet.  There is an eerie shadow cast on the walls that look like there are ghosts moving from this realm to the next.
Inside Temple, Inside Temple
spirits of our ancestors
monk
My days are spent praying and meditating. I have little possessions and try to only think of others. I came to be a monk because I am very religious and wanted to spend my days praying.
Who said that? It is us, the spirits of your ancestors! Really! Wow, what is your name? Your great grandfather Steven! Aye steve! How have you been! Well I mean I am dead you know...but not to worry I am here to watch over you! I feel much better with you here. This place is pretty creepy. Why do you say that, it is a temple afterall? The shadows and silence cause me to worry. Fear not, most fear lies in your head. I see, is it possible for me to see your face? -projects on a pillar- does this give you comfort?