in this unexplored realm, the cloistered havens known as airports, with their sprawling gates and secluded corners, serve as modern monasteries for travelers from every corner of the globe. here, amidst the hustle, there exists a prevenient sense of order, a silent disclaim to the chaos of the skies. the criterion to reinitiate with a fresh perspective is met not in the skies but in these cloistered spaces, where one can ponder the vastness of our world in a moment of stillness before embarkation.