A story never narrated by any bodies. Living or dead kept their mouth at rest . Why a kingdom that never slept . A land not in our reach, where all seasons meet. Cold icy winds engulfed all the ends, snow caped trees at all ends. Sun and moon both shake hands at one length. This is a story buried in the hearts of age, Today, I unfold as a sage, why a kingdom never slept till ages, until the curse was broken by a sage. An age too far, a stage beyond the studies of our minds.