Sanskrit Ruins

I have been suffering from an unknown disease that has been eating away at my body day and night for many years. I have searched all the famous doctors in the world but are unable to do anything. I am about to be completely devastated by despair. When I was about to die, the Sanskrit sound of compassion sounded in my heart, and the gods guided me on the ancient path deep in the mountains. Only by going to the mountaintop temple for pilgrimage can I escape the shackles of illness. I endured the torture and stepped into the dead forest. After trekking, we finally arrived at the glorious ancient temple and knelt before the huge Buddha statue to pray for grace. But the rain fell, and the holy illusion suddenly shattered...