I am Salma

There is a ruined and destroyed palace that you will think you have entered the wrong palace, but you will continue on your way because that is nothing but her financing of the real palace.
Inside the palace covered in dust, and thorns that intertwine in the face of your steps, continue on your way, and you will discover that this is nothing but a temporary illusion, that fades as you continue your walk.
If Salma is not afraid and does not rush, she will continue on her way without feeling the prick of those imaginary thorns. The doors will slam shut, the windows will fly open, then close by themselves. The shabby, worn-out curtains will flutter, and perhaps wrap around your body, to cast terror into your heart, while the remains of old furniture will compete in squeaking and wandering around you, as if they were free, unfettered creatures. You will not fear a chair that seems to have been suddenly thrown towards you, for it will not hit you.
You will hear my voice, Salma Al-Wardiya, the author of fables, as I tell you about amazing places and tell you about strange, mysterious and perplexing creatures that will raise your questions.
What do you call people like us? Dreamers, poets, imaginative, mythical, strange... storytellers?!