"The sun rises, my Lord," she whispered. "The rest must wait."
Scheherazade bowed, her silk robes whispering against the marble. "I do, Great Sultan. But before the sun claims the horizon, may I gift you a pearl from the ocean of memory?" subtitle Arabian Nights
Hours bled into dawn. Just as the cobbler reached for the lamp’s secret, Scheherazade stopped. "The sun rises, my Lord," she whispered