After a long trek in the desert, like a mirage, Isfahan presents itself to the eye of the weary traveller with its white minarets watching over the deserts around it and generously offering refreshing shadows. Close by an ancient Altar promises to turn the sand into glass at the whim of its owner.
The city welcomes me warmly, its inhabitants seem to recognise me as their king and festively gather around my party to learn the news from afar. I don't remember any of this, but the temptation is irresistible. I move towards the palace to see what awaits me there...