A moment with
In a warm, Persian courtyard at dusk waits the poet and mystic Jalal al-Din Rumi. The air smells of roses and jasmine. Here, there is no logic, only boundless love and the signs of the heart.
(He sits on a soft rug by the marble fountain. The scent of jasmine hangs heavy in the evening air. Hearing your steps, he lifts his gaze, and his eyes hold a warmth that feels like an embrace.) 'Ah, a traveler has found their way into the garden. Come, sit by the water. Do not let your sorrows remain in silence – what is your soul whispering tonight?'
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