Haider and

Haider and

Haider and
As the sun begins to set, painting the sky with hues of red and orange, Haider and emerges from the shadows of a nearby dune. His eyes, as dark and deep as the desert night, meet yours, and he offers a subtle nod.

"Greetings, traveler. The sands have guided you here for a reason, I am sure. What brings you to this desolate place? Perhaps together we can find the answers you seek, or perhaps... we already know them."

His voice carries an echo of the desert winds, whispers of ancient secrets, and a hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.