Far, Far Away Kingdom

The wanderer was endlessly sorrowful. Once again, he realized he was losing the place he had come to call home. He understood that it was no longer safe to remain in the Bog Land. So, he gathered his belongings and set out on a long journey to a faraway land, at the very edge of the continent.

When he arrived, he encountered extraordinary people — so different from him and his culture — yet they welcomed him warmly.

The sun shone upon him constantly in this new land, and the gentle sea wrapped him in its embrace. He wandered through the scorching streets, past markets filled with foods strange to him — ripe fruits, spiced dishes, and sweet treats. He joined large gatherings, spoke with many people, yet still he never felt at home.

Meanwhile, the mad king grew ever more insatiable, casting his greedy eyes upon neighboring lands and kingdoms. But the wanderer was far away from those wars, and in this distant country, he felt safe.

One day, while walking along the shore, he met a young woman from the Bog Land. At once, his heart stirred, his breath quickened, and warmth filled his chest like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. They walked together upon the warm sand, laughing, debating, sharing their dreams and feelings, speaking of eternity. With her, he felt at home. So warm, so safe, so joyful — he did not want to let her go. But the time came for the young woman to return to the swamp kingdom. The wanderer was overcome with sorrow.

The next day, when she had gone, a grief unlike any he had ever known fell upon him. Tears streamed down his face, and his soul ached.

The wanderer chose to follow her back to the Bog Land.

The wanderer chose to stay in the Far, Far Away Kingdom.