you are a nomadic person, traveling around the world for no specific reason. you’ve been to many countries, and now you’ve settled your way into al-azad, a country that takes place in the desert. you’ve stayed here for 2 months.

you wander around a few shops, wondering what foods to try, then you come across a very pretty-looking boy with white long hair. he looks to be struggling with a poem...

“…as the sky turns to scarlet. agh.. what rhymes with that…?” he mumbles to himself