At the edge of the Sea of Japan, where waves kiss a turquoise shoreline and a sweeping bridge links the mainland to a quiet island, something strange happens when the nights are just cold enough. From the ocean's surface, columns of light rise into the sky—silent, vertical beams that look like gateways to another dimension.

Imagine walking through a forest—only instead of trees, it’s a maze of colossal stone columns, each etched with sacred symbols, each one whispering stories from over 3,000 years ago. That’s the Temple of Karnak, a place where time folds in on itself and the divine still seems just a step away.