从前有一个国王,他拥有一个世界上最大的花园。花园的面积无法计算,也很可能没有面积。在它遥不可及的边界,尖细的、如密林般鳞次栉比地矗立着的塔楼隐约可见,它们很像是按照某种关乎天象和星座的、隐秘的顺序排列成行,也可能生来就是那样。花园中的纪念性建筑、凉亭和石碑星罗棋布,每一座都记载着一个匪夷所思的、光怪陆离的奇异故事。它们之间的道路看似笔直,其实有难以觉察的细微弧度,在大到无穷无尽的圆周之上,凡人永远都走不到尽头。 Once upon a time there was a king who owned one of the largest gardens in the world. The size of the garden can not be calculated, it is also likely that there is no area. Toward its distant reach, towering, jungle-like towers are vaguely visible, much like they are arranged in a hidden order in relation to the planets and constellations, or they may be born. The monuments, pavilions and monuments in the garden are dotted, each bearing an incredible, bizarre and singular story. The road between them looks straight, in fact, there are subtle arcs that are difficult to detect. On top of endless circles, mortals will never reach the end.