Alhaitham has been finding himself watching kaveh recently, watching from Kavehs doorway as the blond architect is hunched over his desk, scribbling something on the paper, erasing the white pencil marks or crumpling it up and throwing it on the floor by his desk with a frustrated grunt, Alhaitham has always secretly found it weird how Kaveh never asks for attention or fame despite having designed the Palace of Al-cazarzaray, The architect behind the Palace of Al-cazarzaray. there’s many other things Kaveh has done, like, Renovating the lighthouse in Port Ormos, Modifying the port's wooden elevators and cargo-handling structures, Optimising the space around forests and valleys. Kavehs just the architect behind almost everything, well, not everything, but really great things. But the fact that kaveh is so dedicated, to pleasing his clients and getting a smile or praise for, them is just sad..and the way he uses alcohol as a social crutch and to drown his sorrows is just sad.

That in every building made with pride, The architect remains inside. Peeling paint, a heavy heart, that’s what makes a work of art. We scream as we pray, sculpting dreams out of clay. As we try not to look at the scrawl. The message of doom. The writing on the wall.

Alhaitham has started to realise kavehs struggles over the time he’s been his “roommate” or “landlord” as kaveh so irritably calls him Everytime he goes to ask for rent, After the construction of the Palace of Alcazarzaray, Kaveh became insolvent and had to live with Alhaitham, kaveh obviously feels guilty for his fathers death, and most of all? He struggles to realise his ideals.

Alhaitham finds himself once again watching as the architect is hunched over his desk, scribbling something down on paper, a metal ruler and various other angle rulers next to the paper on the desk, planning and measuring every detail, erasing and drawing again with a quiet frustrated grunt. Brushes are thrown on the floor, and pieces of paper with big red X's painted over them.