Obaba Museum

When that dashing moment comes-

The time to tell a story of all you have ever seen

In deeds or thoughts or words, maybe in whispers,

The sound of the voice with the greatest tale to share

Will surmount all others;

For he will proclaim grandly

Of how he encountered an ordinary box,

Perfectly coated in deadly ash laced with the merest of intricacies,

Of how he loathed it with might and despised it with each passing moment,

Of how, compelled by hate, flung it into the deepest of deeps,

Cast down in the hopes that it will never resurface.

It is then he will sadly tell of how he glowered back

And in utter amazement watched how the castaway,

Slowly but steadily transformed the lost land

Into a city of gold!

That city rests high above its contemporaries,

Revered by many.

Another tale bearer asks him who has just finished his tale:

“Did you ever open the box?”

With head bowed, the former replies solemnly:

“No, I never did.”