In a kingdom far away,
There lived a newly enthroned king.
He was young and raw,
With flaw as his companion.
This king, far away, crossed a thousand seas,
To the Shrine of The Immortal Being.
There he offered a precious offering,
Like the aroma of seasoned sauce,
The scent of a blossom pink rose flower.
The Immortal Being, delighted at his offering,
Gave him one wish.
King Ataraxis, asked...