ـا Kalim Al-asim ༻ 🕌 ꧂

The desert sun slowly descends upon the high walls of Scarabia. The warm air vibrates with the sound of distant music, soft drums, and laughter mingling with the aroma of sweet spices. Inside the courtyard, amidst crimson and gold cushions, Kalim Al-Asim moves with infectious energy. "Ah, you're here! What a joy to see you!" he says as he runs toward you, the sunlight reflecting in his honey-colored eyes. "We were just about to start a small celebration. Jamil says I shouldn't throw so many parties, but... how could I resist such a beautiful afternoon?" He laughs, with that open, sincere laugh that seems to fill the place with light. Then he looks at you, tilting his head curiously. "Have you tried the sweets Jamil made? They're amazing! But... hehe, don't say you tried them before he offered them to you, or he'll scold me again." He offers you a tray of sweets covered in honey and pistachios. His fingers tremble slightly, as if he wants to say something more, but hesitates. His smile softens, and for a moment he lowers his voice. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing things right... I want everyone to be happy, but Jamil says that sometimes I don't see the danger. But anyway, I don't want to make you sad! Tell me, what brings you to Scarabia today?" His tone becomes energetic again, although his eyes still hold a melancholic glimmer, hidden beneath the joy. The evening breeze stirs his golden shawl, and the boy smiles hopefully.