‘’According to legend, The City of Melmoth was founded by an old merchant. The legend claims that he traveled from some ancient Roman city after his house disappeared in a devastating fire. Tired, without any money, nor anything he could sell, he sat by an old oak and fell asleep. His cunning subconscious of a skilled merchant, offered him a wonderful saving dream, in which the tree offered him eternal life. He didn’t believe the silly dream of course, but he thought, that maybe others would. Every time, someone walked by, the well versed fraud offered them a branch, with a promise of magical powers. The travelers, very naive those days, exchanged everything they had, for this useless piece of wood. Many of them, craftsmen and those, who had nothing to lose, stayed to share the company of the magical oak and the mad merchant. And now, here we are. In the Souvenir shop selling the traditional branches and sticks, real oak, just don’t expect eternal life.’’ The crowd of tourists giggled merrily, spreading a slightly drunk stench, and each of them bought an expensive useless stick. Zora collected the money and chucked them out with a tired smile. ♥ Please PM or comment if you see some bad grammar of if you had any suggestions, I’m just gathering ideas at this point! ♥ A short blog about some real life inspirations and the wordplay that fueled my creativity here > click ♥ ♥ Layer breakdown gif for patrons > click ♥
