Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the Grand Library. Amidst the hushed whispers & rustling parchments, a figure sat alone immersed in his work in the Akademiya.

Every line of his lean frame spoke of quiet focus, his fingers tracing intricate diagrams with precision. Alhaitham, a scholar whose intellect surpassed most & whose secrets remained as tightly guarded as the rare texts he favored.

“The scribe's work is simple..which is exactly why I took the position,”