On the snowy plateau, faith is an epic woven into the very fabric of their bloodlines. They measure the path of pilgrimage with their bodies, seeing divinity in every mountain, river, and lake. Each prostration—a full-length bow to the earth—is a rhythm of purification from worldly dust, a tactile reach toward the divine. Here, the land itself is a dialogue between soul and cosmos, where devotion burns as an eternal, unquenchable flame.