A downloadable poem.
You don't see enough games with benign spiritualism ― always there's an agenda, a molestation, a theif.
Not here.
Here, you be. And you be for the sake of an other: just one, one other. You're no hero. You're no demi-anything at all. Just voice and wind with sky so happy you're here it's blushing.
Pray sky words, play Du'a At Maghrib.
