Evening in a Moroccan Courtyard "At dusk, the lanterns flicker to life in a secluded Moroccan courtyard, casting intricate patterns against the tiled walls. A delicate porcelain teacup, still warm, rests on a low wooden table beside the bubbling fountain. The scent of blooming jasmine lingers in the air, mingling with the faintest trace of incense. Beyond the arched doorways, the corridors stretch into soft golden light, yet no footsteps break the hush of the evening. A distant melody drifts through the air—soft, haunting, and coming from nowhere."