Sigil: City of Doors

wrote:" You feel light headed but very contempt, relaxed and at ease, you smell a mixture of incenses burning in the Midnight air, mixed with spices and the Smoke from the Hookah you inhale, making you ever more light headed and relaxed.The walls decorted with Elaborate Sytles accented with the colour gold and brown, shades of the desert. You gaze Downwards from the Balcony  and are treated to a Cascade of of Sounds and sights. Flutes and Pipes play a Drunken Rhyme as Naked bodies danced with a promise for the night of pleasure, Sultans ,Nobles and fill your vision, a collection of men and women from all walks of life, you pulled from your Hookah once more inhaling the fumes a bit, you feel your lips curl into a grin, as your shoulder felt a pinch then soft slender hands massaging them slowly and with care as the knots of your muscles seem to melt away, your head turns slowly, your vision blurry but you gaze turns to feast in your vision a tall Slender Figure with a head of a black cat and hands that are backwards, its whiskers brushing against your face ,it would whisper in your ears.. " ma hu al'algham hu lak and you would whisper back "wama hu ghyr al'algham lak" You feel your lips kissing the snout of the figure before making your way to the Balcony of the establishment. A City seemingly made of Gold in the middle of a desert is painted before your eyes with the night market Underneath bustling with activity. Your Vision fades as it turns to face the Midnight high risen moon and as winds caressed your skin"