A stone building where caravans once rested centuries ago still stands in Sultanhanı, wrapped in the silence of the steppe around it. Time moves a touch slower in this small district — travelers on the main road glance over and keep going, while everyone else spends the evening at their own unhurried pace. Sitting on the old caravan route buys you no shortcuts, because the question of what to do gets asked here just as insistently as anywhere. Don't keep it waiting — drop the dice and sit wherever the stone wall's shadow lands.