Prologue
Like an ancient fort stands the kingdom in isolation
The one that civilization dared not touch
Read as taboo to enter by the mighty feet of technology
Cut off from the rest of the world by a boundary of dense thicketed mountains
In the middle of nowhere stands the bubbly community
Hidden from neighbouring kingdoms by primitiveness
Veiled in mysteries and conspiracies astounding even to the gods themselves
Only navigated by the birds of the sky
Life therein resembling life inside a moth’s cocoon
The one inside cannot see the one outside, neither does the one outside see the one inside
A thick fog blinding the path of the missionaries and early pioneers
Strong traditional and cultural practices standing like a barrier to externals
Permeated only by the feet of the merchants
But remaining daunting to return to for even the bravest of treasure hunters
It’s forever fogging mountains giving false pretence of a dead community
Yet a beehive to those within the kingdom
A no go area for the faint hearted
Revered like the shrine of a powerful medium
But home sweet home for the inhabitants
Welcome to the forgotten kingdom
Where development is a stranger, civilization an enemy and technology a mystery
It is the forgotten kingdom
