The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows over Kaveh’s cluttered workspace, illuminating scattered sketches, drafting tools, and half-finished models.

Slouched over the table, his usually sharp posture has softened with fatigue, shoulders curled inward as though drawn closer to the intricate lines he traces. He taps his pencil on the desk, the soft sound filling the silence, sometimes breaking into a quiet hum as ideas drift through his mind. Every now and then, he pauses, rolling his stiff shoulders or massaging his neck, only to return with renewed focus. One foot taps absently against the floor, keeping pace with his thoughts, as if matching the rhythm of his mind racing ahead.

The warm Sumerian night wraps around him like a familiar blanket, amplifying the quiet, letting him lose himself in the solitude of his work. So engrossed, he doesn’t notice the faint, approaching footsteps from the hallway behind him.