Whispers Through the Sands of Time
A soft whisper in the wind called my name, leading me to a place where time bent and twisted.
I stood still, my heart pounding as the warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying with it an ancient voice that didn’t belong in the chaos of Cairo’s busy streets. It sounded like it came from far away, as if the very sand was alive, urging me to follow. The city noise faded, replaced by a distant hum, something older, something I couldn’t understand but couldn’t ignore. Read more