(Carroll, Lear, Play)
Beyond the hills, Liora entered a kingdom where everyone spoke impeccably — yet nothing quite meant what it should.
Cats debated etiquette with teapots. Sentences bowed politely before walking off in the wrong direction. Logic strutted about in fine clothes, pretending not to notice the holes in its shoes.
At first Liora tried to correct things. She pointed out contradictions. She attempted to restore order. But the more she did, the more the kingdom grew brittle, as though laughter itself were being starved.
Eventually, she gave up correcting and began playing. She let words tumble. She answered questions sideways. She allowed meanings to wobble without collapsing.
To her surprise, the kingdom flourished.
She learned that nonsense was not the absence of sense, but sense released from obedience — meaning freed to explore the space of its own possible relations.
And the kingdom, relieved of the burden of being right, became joyful again.
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