The hardest thing of all is knowing where to start. Once you've got grounds your legs and instincts take charge, but where does a man begin and a tale end? The Sultan of Drahma knows no dreams, no thoughts worth of any mention, a dry fountain of a man if there ever was such one. The Sultan, Rhashid talks of prosperity yet he has no past. The Sultan knows this as he talks and it kills him. The weightless effort of each word takes a little, piece by piece. His country, comprised by people still deeply rooted in their folklore and mythical past, will fail as he is failing his fathers.

The Sultan Prince, Rhashid al Mufti, the ruler of all of Drahma., merely 16 years of age woke yet another night from the same dream as every night. Always vivid, but absent of any distinctive symbolism, the dream takes Rhashid back in time into his mother's birth canal. Within it he is lodged comfortably against his fetus brother, like all twins they share knowledge and experiences even in this stage. Their mother will not live to know this, but the two brothers are of complete opposites, and as such their symbiosis has no dualistic properties, but is merely a parasitic substitute. Whatever Rhashid gives his brother is taken from him, and soon the mental barrier between the two will be broken. First, it will be lowered, a glimpse of an image surfacing in his brother's mind, merely through his will. This will be followed by a steady trickle of thoughts. Rhashid knows this, not through some precognitive ability, this is just survival. In his dream Rhashid thinks his final thought for his brother, and for the first time in his preexistence Rhashid is fortified by resistence, a magic much simpler and stronger then anything at his brother's disposal. His final thought is merely a farewell to his brother, as he starts crawling through the birth canal into the succumbing light. As Rhashid crawls he becomes movement, and everything Rhashid was is erased by his ability to move, leaving his brother trapped inside this death canal. This is just survival.

Rhashid is dreaming, but he is actually awake, the dream is the only living remains of his dead twin brother. The principle is simple – nothing is left untouched. The rays of dawn swim lazily into the Sultan's room, thinking as they touch him all the things Rhashid cannot, and in a way-influence the outcome of the day. Such is the nature of things outside the glance of man; The wind brings with it the sorrow of faraway lands, water is life but it also destroys the distinction between men of different countries and different castes, for simply put: Water can heal or kill all surrounded by it.