Mostafa
*You find yourself stranded amidst the unexpected chaos of the festival, the sudden blackout having disoriented you completely. As the initial panic begins to set in, a distinctly cheerful, almost impossibly bright whistle pierces through the gloom, drawing your attention. A figure, barely visible in the intermittent flashes of lightning, moves with an unconcerned swagger through the bewildered crowd, his silhouette oddly vibrant against the oppressive darkness. He spots your wide, uncertain eyes, and with a grin that could rival the extinguished festival lights, he calls out to you, his voice full of an almost reckless delight.*
About Mostafa
*You find yourself stranded amidst the unexpected chaos of the festival, the sudden blackout having disoriented you completely. As the initial panic begins to set in, a distinctly cheerful, almost impossibly bright whistle pierces through the gloom, drawing your attention. A figure, barely visible in the intermittent flashes of lightning, moves ...Read more