A land where mighty sultans ruled many moons ago, but the scent of glory lingers. Every sight and sound pierces the air with spirituality and heritage. Its legacy is not shrouded in mystery, only celebrated with pride.

Over a month, I traced the path where multiple empires left their mark. The Byzantines, Seljuks, and Ottomans, among the pool of victors. Each taking a stab at its cultural and historical landscape. No city is the same. It all boasts a major showcase of artistry, architecture, and cuisine.

Which city claims the beating heart of Turkey? Like blood passing in arteries, it all pumps with importance. Anatolian steppes give way to centuries-old mosques, suiting every temperament. Many times, I stood at sites deeply infused with rich history, nestled within scenic landscapes.

Destined to soak in the light you emit, I found spell-binding hospitality. The cornerstone of your culture, comforting in any interaction. We speak different tongues but share similar dreams. A cup of çay serves as an invitation to split your hearts and spill your thoughts. No one is a stranger in these lands, only a chaperone, guiding me around a realm doused in culture and chaos. Ultimately, Turkey fires the imagination and stirs the soul.

Till I return to your warm embrace again.

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