Floating Tales

Once upon an indifferent Tuesday, the sun rose not with purpose, but with habitual resignation. Little did it care that its light exposed the unkempt truths of an unworthy kingdom. The king, robed not in gold but in the faded illusion of respect, sat atop his throne, a plastic chair adorned with cheap stickers claiming 'Regal Authority'. Here, in a land where cows were revered as deities only because they could occasionally be persuaded to levitate, the real irony was that the truth was considered a myth, while lies wore invisible crowns.

In the marketplace, vendors sold wares of dubious origin. A merchant peddled 'authentic' relics from a place he invented on the spot. "Behold, the genuine stone tablet inscribed with the secrets to happiness," he proclaimed, as a visibly skeptical goat chewed at the edge of the tablet. Customers, eager for deception clad in authenticity, paid handsomely, their pockets weighed down by coins marked by the face of a long-gone queen who used her image to escape reality—ironically, an image that had become a currency in its own right.

If you wish to know more about this absurdly poignant tale, our truth-bending narratives continue at Truth Vault or explore Whispered Legends.