It's a long journey through a surreal, abstract, natural, magical paradise untouched by either God or man. Through day and night I walk alone, my footsteps treading on the sand, as I try to find my way back to the ones I love. In my way is something indescribable: Simba. He's dead. At a young age. In tears, I cry over his dead body, as day after day becomes night after night. And yet, I am still young. My journey to find Slomo and Lady Penelope continues, and any which way, I have somewhere to go...but where?
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