For a traveler coming from afar, there is no experience quite like my time in the city of Sebethia. The challenge was not a change in language but rather a change in the very nature of reality. When I entered Sebethia in the morning, Mulan Park was reflected in the blue lake, and I walked between the hedge-lined paths, expecting to see beautiful maidens frolicking in the water. However, beneath the water's surface, there were crabs, gnawing at the eyes of those who had drowned, their necks tied with stones, their hair entwined with green aquatic plants.

I felt deceived and decided to seek justice from the Sultan. In the grand domed palace, I ascended the steps of speckled rock, crossed six courtyards adorned with tiled fountains. The central hall was enclosed with iron bars: prisoners with black iron shackles were digging for basalt in an underground mine.

I had no choice but to consult a philosopher. I entered the vast library, got lost amidst nearly collapsing bookshelves filled wi