In a world devoid of edges, where the horizon bends indefinitely, our hero—clad in a bowler hat and monocle—stares into the abyss of the waterless expanse. The waves, they mock him, whispering secrets of boundless bureaucracy.

[Intertitle Card] "Alas! The Land is but a figment, for Victoria's Secret has nothing on this ocean of dreams!"

Our hero, with an exaggerated sigh, contemplates a world where seashells become passports and starfish the customs officers. He waves his hand dismissively, scattering invisible bureaucratic fish with a flick of his wrist.

[Intertitle Card] "To the sea’s borderless tyranny, I say, No!"

The villain, a shadowy figure in a top hat, smirks from the ether, plotting to turn this border-less paradise into an exclusive underwater resort. But our hero, undaunted, perches upon a wave, cape billowing in the nonexistent wind.