Where is it you ask?
Why, to the south
In the place of the things
The things that were seen
By the people.
Do you remember the people?
They came here a long time ago
Red carts that left a pleasant scent as they drove past
And the carts...
But that was long ago.
Now there are no carts.
Just the things, the things that they saw
The things remain
As they always have remained
And always will
Until they are engulfed by the sun of course;
But we are getting ahead of ourselves.
We were discussing the Item
The one left behind in the land of the things.
Yes the Item was precious,
It was beautiful.
But little else is known,.
Perhaps the Item was not an item at all
But nevertheless we will seek it.
We will seek it for that is all we can do.
We travel to the other place,
To see if it may be found there,
Or if in its stead, we may be found there.
For that is all we can do.