Sinbad, the King of Sindria, sat in the golden lights of the Maharagan festival. His people were all around him with smiling faces, singing, dancing, feasting, and celebrating into the late night. He raised a glass to his subjects and smiled at them all welcoming the roaring sea of joy.

In the distance, a group of musicians played beautifully composed music, making the atmosphere even more ethereal. In particular, his eyes held the image of a woman in loose silk. She hid her figure in it.