Zairan, City of the Northern Wind Floating above endless golden sands

Zairan, City of the Northern Wind Floating above endless golden sands, Zairan drifts like a celestial ark—raised by ancient faithful to escape soul-eating fiends of the desert below. At its heart towers Al-Ruh Mosque, its crystal minarets piercing the sky, adorned with glowing sigils. The call to prayer rings not from towers, but from ethereal birds gliding on shimmering wings. Streets ripple like air currents, lined with floating stalls where merchants sell enchanted fruit and crescent talismans. Robes shimmer with wind-thread and holy script, worn by scholars and mystics alike. Yet below, in secret vaults beneath the mosque, spirals the city of the jinn—keepers of divine secrets. They barter truth for time, whispering forbidden verses into the minds of dreamers. One day, Zairan will descend—not in ruin, but in destiny. The mosque shall rise again as a beacon in the coming war between heaven and earth. Zairan is not just a city. It is a verse of divine poetry, still being written.

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