There was once a world who followed the path of blind new comers. They preached to the wise men and told them to obey or else face an eternity in a lake of fire. They accepted the offering out of fear and the spaniards led them to the giant pit. They were told to throw away anything representing their past religion, and so they followed. They wrapped their most precious jewels in cloths to ensure that the spaniards were not playing any tricks. Everything else was visible and the spaniards thought nothing of it. The pit was filled with statues and figurines, necklaces and bracelets. The spaniards made the wise men bury their valuables in an attempt to make them see the pointlessness in them. With each chunk of dirt that flew over the priceless items the more guilt grew over their shoulders. When the last chunk of dirt hit the pit creating the flat land the wise men scattered never to see one another ever again. The each took their own directions and did not bother looking back at their fellow brothers. The spaniards did not want anyone coming back for their belongings so they built a tall metal fence to ensure that no man ever trespassed. They had signs at each mile warning any one of the land beyond the fence.
Years passed and the flat land became harmonious with the flower world. The area first started as grass but when the grass stretched as far as the ocean the flower world gave trees to the world. Vines grew through the fences and broke it into pieces removing the barrier. These were not ordinary trees and plants growing. They were each specifically for the appreciation the flower world had for the wise men’s gifts. The trees provided nests and plenty of fresh air to breathe from allowing clarity and peace of mind. With the trees taking time the flower world granted them roses that grew across the land faster than any tree and in large numbers. The pit was now surrounded by a lake and at the coast of this pit was a row of blue and red roses. The lake had fishes not seen by humans. In the center protected by four roses of the valley was a unique rose. This rose had a metallic green stem and blue leaves that almost seemed to glow. The petals were clear but had golden decorations on it. A crystal flower that reflected the light in the sun. This plant was a gift to the humans as a portal to the flower world. It was only meant for those worthy enough to live in the world.
One day a peasant and his wife meandered their way into the beautiful land and they were amazed by how wondrous this unclaimed land was. They sat upon a fallen tree which provided some time to rest on their long journey to no where.
“I say it ends here, our journey. We have come from desert to find such a unique land and this is it.” said the wife.
“The land is one of a kind and with all this grass it must mean that the soil is ready to grow anything.”
The man got up and used the tree he sat on to create part of his home. He took the seeds and planted them where the trees seemed to stop. He cut off another tree and finished his home. He then again planted some more seeds in a row behind the others. Farm animals gathered and grazed upon the magnificent grass. In order to give these animals a home he took off some more trees and planted some more seeds. The man stumbled across the island that the flower slept in. He saw this rose and fell in love with it. He brought his wife and she to was astonished.
“What beauty this flower gives off. We shall pray for this land.”
“Yes, and the creatures that inhabit it. We will live here and our children’s children shall live here.”
They celebrated and made a vow to never touch the rose, instead they prayed by it and considered the location to be a shrine for the divine being that created it.
One night the wind howled stronger than ever and the man and his wife ran to their front yard and spoke to the forest.
“Do we anger you with our presence?” The man said as his wife stood by his side.
