Vertlet used to be a land to millions of thousands.
Inhabitants in droves, almost always in solidarity but not always honest. From the beaches and the Qflist River to the Forest of Dark Desires passing through the huge Zivhan desert
Three thousand years have passed, and thousands of trees hid their evil desires from the population, as they swayed their morbid branches full of eternal flowers and hate-telling leaves, hate from lovers full of despite in their hearts.
Mitt Harlow met with Vertlet's council and ordered six thousand houses to be built on the grounds of the palace and beyond inside the walls. So that the rivers could receive the fallen leaves from battles and carried by the wind for a minute of rest and fulfill their duty in nature.
Leaves from the lost forest that had long been found but was lost again on the way to the great frontier of heaven and earth.
The place Mitt could look from his palace,
From there, suspended in the air exhibiting his aura of justice and the infinite brilliance of the royal crown.
Letting his hair shake through the metal and the diamond with his eyes fixed on the despair of his loved ones.
While the royal council shook moralistic matters and hermit prophecies.
All life went at the speed of a day under the rules of the incalculable powers of the King of Vertlet
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VERTLET - The Utopic Tale
FantasyA Utopian tale A Utopia is an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. It may refer to a city or a world, in some cases a universe being possible both in the future and in the present, but in a parallel. It can also be used...
