City of Answers

A man fatigued by travel in the desert barely catches sight of a city. A mirage? Doesn't matter, if it is, he'd die anyway without shelter much longer. He picks up the pace and discovers the city is real. A bustling market with a fountain. He drinks the cool water as refreshment. He feels watched. A beautiful woman meets his eye. She smiles. He smiles back, stunned and ashamed by how he feels he must look. She beckons him. He comes. "What's your name?", she asks. Puzzled, he responds, "I do not know."

"I think I know one who does."