Museum of the Bench
Circle and Its Story
The Circle in its finished form.
The mold for the Circle in place for the pouring of the concrete.
PARK LEE TAF
Park Lee Taf was born in a small gwome (a Cognate word meaning Footprint of the Nation). Not from Hizurokoro like everyone else of his age, he grew up on the stories of the life of Nobunaga-Gotari – not only his warlike youth in what we call Japan, but his embrace of the Bravenleavanne – who believed in good deeds for their own sake. But unlike everyone else, Park Lee Taf could hear just one story in a language, and by the end of the story it was as if every word and nuance literally flowed into him like a tide. So pure was his gift that words triggered even more like a chain reaction.
One brave day he paused to sit and look at his gift. It made his gift stronger, not weaker as everyone had told him it would. Now people, creatures, and lyhӕdra saw Park Lee Taf as an essential bridge – and began to teach him the Interdimensional Tenses – even those across Ferylemt – the quality of existence as different from time and space as they are from each other, not to mention that further quality of the Xthaere named [The Feeling Of Being Sheltered, But Quite Exposed To High Wind]. And he was still a young man.
Soon Nobunaga the Younger asked Park Lee Taf to join a great expedition to cross Kymaerica and other rezhns and reclaim his birthright (or at least what he said was his). The chaos of that journey and its failings are well known throughout Kcymaerxthaere. Suffice it to say that Park Lee Taf sensed disaster in every language he knew after the near mutiny in what we call Houston and its marshes. Park Lee Taf escaped to the north with a bounty on his head. He laid low for some time, traveling from place, following what would become known as his Orbit of Trade.
On these journeys, he met two people who would change his life forever: His true love Gheme and the great engineer Pezhephen. Park Lee Taf and Gheme (We would most closely pronounce it as zhe-MAY) first met at what we call Rock Mary. They sat together on one of the few benches he never tried to collect (and his bench collection was well underway).
Every Pejephen Year he saw her, but sometimes she was actually younger and Park Lee Taf was 744 days older. Other times she was much older than his new days. Neither knew if the other noticed – truthfully they did not know if they themselves noticed. Sometimes Park Lee Taf wondered if that mystery was the true price of the words. But Park Lee Taf would smile that if it was, then the price itself was a gift.
Stitched image from multiple photos taken of the Circle, used in transcribing the text of the inscription.