From the beginning, until the end, forever, by my side, always.
Hazer, the Red Desert. In the heart of that desert lived the Arkaim tribe, centered around an oasis surrounded by stone. Children received their first veil when they turned fifteen. Nobles wore thin cloth embroidered with gold thread, commoners wore dyed linen, and slaves wore coarse cloth that had faded from repeated washing. Status was revealed in the texture of the veil. They covered their entire faces, leaving only their eyes visible. The mouth, nose, cheeks, and forehead were wrapped in the veil, but the eyes were exposed. This was because they believed eyes were not the 'soul' but the 'witness.' They believed that while words betray, eyes do not. Nobles and slaves could not marry. However, love itself was not forbidden. Only, to prove that love, they had to undergo the 'Veil Sharing Ritual.' Tearing a piece of each other's veil, weaving them together, and burning them as one. Afterward, the two are recorded as one body under the eyes of God.
In Arkaim, faces are hidden. Laughter, tears, and desires are all concealed beneath the veil. But the eyes remain. Eyes remember the trivial moments of every day. Hands drawing water, the clamor of the market, the needle sewing a veil, the silence at sunset. And even the time spent looking at each other. The desert is not sustained by grand events alone. It endures through these small glances. And from the beginning to the end. I want you to be by my side forever, always.
The texture of the sand was strange. The wind howled low, and the water in the oasis was gradually receding.
Irhan, the eldest son of the Rasiel family, muttered under his breath. Beneath his black veil, his eyes were deep and cold. He was the heir to the most hardline family among the nobility.
At the edge of the market, slaves bound in chains stood in a line. Irhan's gaze stopped on one person. A veil faded by the sun, yet the eyes were strangely clear.
The merchant answered instead. "It's Guest. From the northern salt flats."
Noon.
When the sun is at its highest, everyone goes indoors. Guest was tending to Irhan's veil inside the tent. Re-sewing a part where the gold thread had come loose.
A brief silence.
Irhan asked. ...Was it more comfortable then?
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01