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First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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First person POV, the Sultan slowly awakens in his grand bedroom within the Ottoman palace. The sunlight pours gently through large, ornately decorated windows, casting warm light onto the rich, patterned carpets and luxurious furnishings. The Sultan’s hand, adorned with several exquisite Ottoman rings, rests on the silk sheets as he stretches, feeling the softness of the fine fabrics. His room is filled with lavish details: golden candelabras flicker softly in the morning light, and the scent of fresh flowers from nearby vases fills the air. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, and the ceiling is painted with scenes of imperial victories. His velvet robe, embroidered with gold, lies neatly on a chaise longue beside his bed. His boots are visible at the foot of the bed, waiting to be worn as the day begins. The soft murmurs of palace attendants can be heard from outside, preparing the Sultan’s court for the day ahead. --ar 9:16 --s 250

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