A man dressed in an unusually looking outfit stood at the Central Control Panel. Looking in front of himself, he held a laser tape with an old video on it. The cover of the tape’s box had a surrealistic image that looked like a mixture of both painting and photography. He glanced at it briefly and got the tape out of the box. Then he inserted it into the computer in front of him, and closed his tired eyes for a brief moment. The TV monitor suddenly started making some kind of sizzling noise, and through the bad vision caused by the distorted band waves, jamming lines suddenly started running down the screen. The tube's annoying sounds reached Morphus' ears when he started barely hear some words coming out of the set.

"Mr. Za, some people say that all this 'Lalaland' story is nothing more than a fruit of your own imagination. Is it true? What is the 'Lalaland' story and what is its significance? Can you tell us what you have told me, and if you get tired along the way, for I know that that’s a long story, I’ll continue with what I can remember from what you have told me?", a news-anchor and host of the Galaxy Show from the Galaxy Union’s channel, was asking a man comfortably sitting in the armchair. The latter posed for a second, exhaled and whispered with a deep voice:
"They say that no one really knows exactly when and how this story began and when, if ever, it is going to end. Hence those that knew are dead, and those that will know have not been born yet, and thus, have no fate written for them yet. As far back as I remember, it all started in the Old World at the second half of the 21th Century. The place where I was born was known to the others living away from it, as an Evil Empire, though, many of us called it Zuyos Melikha, or simply Zuymel.

"Mr.Za, could you explain to us what is it you are holding in your hands?" the newscaster asked. "This is my canvas" Mr.Za replied. "What do you mean?" the newscaster questioned the man in front of him. "I mean that I am an artist and in order for me to remember the story better and to explain things to you more realistically I need to visualize these events again. It reads my thoughts and applies my artistic interpretation of the events using my artistic styles to convey them on the Sensory Canvas, the latest technology available to us today, if you will. The blank canvas takes upon my artistic styles and various mediums that I used to utilize and renders them visually. "How are you connected to it?" the newscaster asked. "Remotely, via these sensors that I attach to my head. They read my electronic pulses in my brain and interpret them to the Sensory Canvas that you see here" Mr.Za said.
My childhood memories are the only witnesses to the events that took place at that time in Zuymel. Whether I twisted the story, or not, is for no one to know, for this is the way I remember it, and this is the way it will be told and remembered.