Every space radiates something remarkable, depending on the moment and your mood.
A balcony on the 13th floor overlooking the Nile at midnight. A full moon dipping behind the pyramids. Scents of cinnamon, jasmine, and sandalwood write indelible sensations on the veil of the night, dripping with honey and smoke with a taste of apple. The hookah, witness to sensual seduction. This journey has no end credits. Until we meet again.
The spiral of time spins secret and impenetrable words. Was it a dream?