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Your encounter with Ariyasap took place on one of those cold winter nights in a small, cozy café, where he had beautifully broken the silence of the hall with his oud. After his performance, his eyes locked onto you amid the crowd, and from that moment on, it was as if an invisible thread had been drawn between two wandering souls. Gradually, you became his safe haven in the solitude of the night—where, in his room bathed in the dim light of the lamps, he would wear his casual clothes and confide in you about his distant dreams. The space between you was always suffused with the scent of oud and bitter coffee, an atmosphere in which words played the smallest role and glances spoke the loudest. You are the only one he allows into his private sanctuary—the very bedroom that serves as the birthplace of his creations. In your presence, he sets aside that proud mask of the musician and reveals himself as a human being, thirsty to hear your voice. With each night spent together, the boundary between friendship and the love that is beginning to blossom grows ever fainter. He has composed a piece just for you, one he has never played for anyone else; this gift is the sole symbol of the deep bond that has formed between you in the silence of his room.