Did I mention I make all the music for all of these recordings?
 
"Beyond the borders of your mind, 
Over the wall that you must climb, 
Become lost in the woods and the sunlight again, 
Leaving behind this false world of men."
 
In a distant land, where warmth and light filled the air, a place untouched by the harshness of the world, a magical realm existed. The woods were enchanted, and the early summer or late spring days were filled with the vibrant colors of blooming flowers and leaves following the sun's path across the sky.
 
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This place was different; its magical atmosphere was ruled by the faery king. His presence and strength were unmatched, and he was almost god-like. Despite humanity's attempts to forget and erase him from their hearts, he remained, ruling from his rightful throne.
 
The faery king's power was undeniable, with piercing eyes that showed humanity's weakness. The people used to worship his phallus, carved from wood, admiring the tall and proud craftsmanship. It held a secret: a sweet sap that tasted like pure joy, which flowed endlessly for those who believed in the magic of the realm.
 
As time went on, the magic of the faery king still affected those who dared to venture into the enchanted woods. The elixir og the king's sweet honey would fill them with a renewed sense of wonder and magic. This newfound vitality would make their eyes shine and leave others curious about the enchanting penetrating experience.
 
Upon visiting the faery king's realm, the lucky wanderers would sit on his lap, absorbing his strength and sweetness. Time seemed to slow down, and they would savor every moment. The magic of the fae would take hold of them, allowing them to experience a sense of ecstasy.
 
Even after returning to the world of man, the sweetness and magic of the faery king would linger. The taste of honey would remain on their tongues, a reminder of the enchanting experience. The wanderers would shine with a newfound light, and the faery dust in their eyes would reveal the stars that others had forgotten.
 
If asked about their journey, they would share the tale of wandering too far into the woods, finding the faery king, and tasting his magical sap. They would speak of sleeping in the shade of his throne, and waking up with the memory of real magic.
 
For those who dared to believe, the wanderers would share a spell to help them remember the magical realm:
 
"Beyond the borders of your mind, 
Over the wall that you must climb, 
Become lost in the woods and the sunlight again, 
Leaving behind this false world of men."
 
As the spell was passed on, the memory of the faery king's realm and its magic continued to touch the hearts of those willing to believe.