A Sadhu appears in the shadowy corridors of an ancient temple in Varanasi, his face covered in holy ash and his eyes sharp as the Ganges stream. He carries a golden jar in which, according to legend, the first morning light is caught to bless the day. His red robe moves around him like a sea of fire as he rhythmically taps the stone floor with his staff. Believers whisper that he was once a prince, who left everything behind to unravel the secrets of the universe. Now he moves like a shadow among the light and shadows, a living reminder of the mystique of Varanasi.