A wise, ninety-year-old Muslim woman, dressed in traditional attire, speaks to a regal king adorned in royal garments and a crown. They stand in a lush garden, where the woman gestures towards a young, flourishing tree. The tree, though small, has strong branches but no fruit yet. The king looks thoughtful, contemplating the woman's words. The scene is bathed in the soft light of a setting sun, casting long shadows and a golden hue over the garden.