Thousands of life-sized soldiers stand silently beneath enormous hangars, each one with a different face, hairstyle, expression, and rank. It almost feels impossible to believe they remained hidden underground for more than two thousand years before being accidentally rediscovered in 1974 by a group of local farmers digging a well during a severe drought.

The moment I entered the park, I noticed nearly everyone walking in one direction, toward the famous Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Without really knowing why, I went the opposite way. It turned out to be the best decision I could have made.