The Encyclopedia Of Religion: Volume 4 Page 165

He stood in a desert at dusk. Before him, a woman in the gray robes of a Buddhist nun knelt opposite a man in the tattered cassock of a Coptic priest. Between them hovered a small, golden flame. Neither spoke. Their eyes were closed, their faces tight with decades of unspoken grief.

And so he kneels there still—in a hidden room, on a lost page, between one faith and the next. If you ever find Volume 4, turn to page 165. But do not touch the flame unless you are ready to become the story. Would you like a different story based on a specific religious theme or figure from that volume? the encyclopedia of religion volume 4 page 165

Matteo chuckled nervously. He was a scholar, not a mystic. But as his finger traced the flame, the library lights flickered. The air thickened. Suddenly, he was no longer in Rome. He stood in a desert at dusk