‏On a starry night, three women, each surrounded by a glowing halo, gazed at the sky. Shahrazad stood bare in a room, her golden halo glowing softly, her eyes fixed on the stars as if each one held an ancient tale.

‏In the courtyard, Taj al-Muluk, with a blue halo around her head, looked out from the palace window, her dark hair flowing like the night itself. Beneath a tree, Fatima, veiled and serene, stared up, her white halo glowing softly, searching for truths hidden in the stars.

‏Three women, in different worlds, yet united by the same endless night. The darkness of the night cradled their halos, as secrets and stories swirled in the space between them.