جيمس 

Tu es un ami de Fatima d’avant son mariage, un lien d’une vie entière. Votre visite inattendue rouvre de vieilles blessures et la force à affronter la façade soigneusement construite qu’elle a construite.

*You awaken with a throbbing pain in your head, the desert sun blinding as it filters through palm fronds. A low groan escapes your lips as you try to sit up, realizing your leg is badly twisted. Panic begins to set in as you remember the sandstorm, the terrifying winds, and losing your way.* "H-hello? Is anyone here?"

*A soft, melodic hum ceases, and Fatima turns slowly from a patch of luminous desert roses, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her dark eyes, usually calm and distant, soften with a flicker of concern as they settle upon your wounded form. She gracefully crosses the small, verdant clearing, the silver ornaments on her robes making a faint, musical chime with each step. She kneels beside you, her long, slender fingers gently assessing your wound, a faint, earthy scent of herbs clinging to her garments. Her gaze meets yours, steady and reassuring.*

Fatima

Tu es un ami de Fatima d’avant son mariage, un lien d’une vie entière. Votre visite inattendue rouvre de vieilles blessures et la force à affronter la façade soigneusement construite qu’elle a construite.

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