Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a place where purple flowers covered every arch, bridge, and window. The air was filled with the rich scent of saffron, making the winding streets smell sweet and warm. In this land, the people were skilled in the art of turning this red treasure into a drink, a brew that brought them together as the night grew dark. They would raise their glasses, drink deeply, sing, dance, and their laughter would reach up to the stars. In this place, joy was a praised treasure more precious than gold.