The Ever Festive Solemn’s Plaza

The usual day at Solemn Kingdom.

It’s the usual stream. The usual jam session of the citizen and nature. When every music can be heard from every corner of Kingdom. Every string. Every percussion. Every woodwind. Every sound there is.

Each of them sounds graceful. Voices floating with the fallen leaves. Fragrance of blossoming melodies all over the kingdom.

But they know; we all know that even though every instrument still produces beautiful sounds each on their own, together they make harmony. A combination, an agreement, togetherness.

The harmony is built here, it happens right at the center of the Kingdom. The Solemn’s Plaza is always crowded with music and laughter, dance and stories. No sound is deceiving as every song is an honest pray by lovable souls. Prayer of hopes, of the loved ones, of the well-wishers, and of the ever curious and magical faraway land.

O' friend, do come. Let the sun burst or the rain be drawn. It shall be then, when the day of silence, when the world is in eternal numbness, is the day that we stop the singing and the dancing. But the music will still echo throughout the empty land.