In a land that has long since been lost on any map you might find today, there once lived a little prince who dwelt in a tall pagoda. He ruled a beautiful kingdom, which lay in the very heart of a long chain of mountains. Every morning the little prince would go to his window and watch the golden sun rise beyond the peaks and bathe everything in a warm glow. But the little prince never felt this warmness himself, for his father, the Great Emperor, kept him locked inside the pagoda day and night.
One day the little prince was looking down at his village. Just as always, it seemed to spring from the green garden, traversing the entire landscape, dotted with beautiful trees that blossomed pink and white flowers every spring. There were crystal clear brooks tumbling over shining black stone; jade bridges connecting the land in between, and houses snuggled together with their unique curved and layered rooftops pointing at the sky.