As a child, I always loved fantasy.
In unreliable memories, I once tasted fresh fruits with pointed-eared guys in dense forests, and peeped at some evil sacrifices made by witches in the dark underground.
Mixing among the knights in gorgeous armor and listening to the sermons of priests exuding holy light, or maybe getting drunk with the red-bearded dwarves in the noisy mines.
On the endless grassland, strong orcs roared past on giant wolves, but at night they were frightened half to death by the skeletons crawling out of the ground.
Sometimes sailing on the azure sea and listening to the beautiful and ethereal singing in the distance, coming to the desolate desert and looking up at the city floating in the sky, how incredible it is.
Now, these are all true...