SHIFTING SANDS (WIP)
Like the sand it is built upon, Dubai has its truths. On sand, nothing is fixed. Nothing is permanent. Everything shifts at the slightest wind, and fate changes so swiftly.
Today, you are a beggar. Tomorrow, you are a king. One day, you are loved by all. The next day, you are just another face in the crowd.
You fight, crawl, claw your way up. Or else, you get buried in the sand.
At the end of it all, you go home dirty, old, and weary. So you lock away all your fancy regalia. And scrub off all that sand that has stuck to your feet.
