'What kind of castle even floats?
In a world where none can fly,
Do they travel by boats?
Hmm… it's worth a try.'
The fire crackled, sending flickering shadows across the wide-eyed children gathered around the storyteller. The old fool leaned in, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Life is amazing!" he declared, his voice rising above the night's hush. His audience held their breath, eager for what came next.
With a knowing smile, he continued, "Where I come from, people don't walk—they fly! There are no immortals, yet they wield weapons powerful enough to strike down even the mightiest of them."
A hush fell over the crowd. Disbelief flickered in their eyes until, finally, one curious listener dared to ask, "But, mister… how do you know all this?"
The old fool grinned, his gaze glinting with mystery. "Me? That's simple."
The old fool leaned back, letting his words settle. "Because I once lived there."
