Welcome to Adam's Key. A collection of random theories, introspection and soul-searching thoughts that eventually led me to places.
Iridescence; I saw an iridescent purple sheen across my dreams. It must've been my curiosity that lurked into my subconscious mind. "Where should I go" I constantly asked. It has been three months. Three months of wandering and three months of unstirring reflexes.
Perplexed, I saw myself dreaming of papaqs and intricate silks. The feeling was warm, clasped and rhythmic in nature. It was the Azeri spirit that invites its next guest. Then I woke up.
I had to go.
Azerbaijan, the land of fire, seemingly invited us whilst in our celestial form. Apparently, there's a feast with the revered Nizami Ganjavi, the national poet. We are bound for great things, the calling is inevitable.
The moment I stepped into damp Baku, I saw two Azeri women just like in my dream. I smiled. The moment you receive a letter in the subconscious realm. You should pack and uncover.