César Room

Mysterious and magnetic, like the nights in the Medina. As darkness fell, I caught the scent of the deep desert in the distance, and a cool breeze blew in from where the waters emerge; I gazed up at the infinite dome of stars. The air was so unlike anything else; its sweet, ethereal scent reminds me of your hair, and I feared that you—and not a place—were the reason for my joy. César’s Room