The sun had begun its slow descent, casting a golden hue over the glass walls of the resort's hallway. The evening breeze carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. Guests began to settle into relaxation after the final seminar session, but not everyone was basking in peace.

From the rising of the sun,

To the setting of the sun,

The heavens’ eye is always watching,

Glory to the highest king…

That was the song Leylla was singing that evening as the sun began its descent. ...