Behind the mountains of words

Far, far away, behind the mountains of words, far away from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, live the blind texts. Separated, they live in Bookmarksgrove, just off the coast of Semantica, a great ocean of languages. A small river called Duden flows through their place and supplies them with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisiacal country, where roasted fragments of sentences fly into the mouth. Even the almighty Pointing has no control over the blind texts, it’s an almost non-spelling life. One day, however, a little line of blind text called Lorem Ipsum decided to set off for the distant World of Grammar. The Great Oxmox advised him against it, because there were thousands of bad commas, wild question marks and tortuous Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text did not listen. He packed his seven versalia, put his initial on his belt and set off. When he reached the first foothills of the Italic Mountains, he had one last view of the skyline of his hometown, Bookmarksgrove, the titular Alphabet Village and the subline of his own road, Line Lane. Too bad a rhetorical question ran across his cheek, then.