Despite yourself, you feel sympathy for the tortured soul before you. You seek to express this, but you find yourself incapable of forming words. Your brain aches and your tongue feels dry and swollen within your mouth. It is in this moment that you realise, perhaps the path to The Screaming Zahir was never a physical one. Perhaps there is no place in the world in which it resides. Perhaps the journey to The Screaming Zahir was a mental one.