The visitor came every day, but always at a different time. They were polite and discreet, never bothered, but never helped either. Sometimes they conversed with the trainers who resided in the temple, sometimes they exchanged a few words with an acolyte or sister, but mostly they were standing in a shadow near the entrance and waited; ever so quiet, ever so patient. If asked who are they waiting for, the answer - accompanied by an unreadable, albait kind smile - would be always the same:
Anyone