It is once upon a time. But a time in the future, where magic grows on trees, and the ozone layer has been replaced by a cheap plastic bubble. A time when buildings burst from the ground, shooting hundreds of stories into the air, and where the light is fading from our eyes. In this time, there is a man named Sam. He is an honest, good man; always wishing for something. Wishing for true love and with that, a true happiness. Sam lives in one of the last unindustrialized patches of land in the world, where the sky is still clean and fresh, where on a clear day, he can see to the top of the new "improved" atmosphere. He is a wanderer, and sometimes a farmer of magic...though there is not much magic left to be planted, or enough good earth left to plant it in.

once we lived in a great city
or so they say
once, when we knew how to breathe
when we knew how to live the fire
and not just burn down old bridges
or exploit humanity and tears
the tears that fed the fire
and didn't wash it away
But the water came
The water came and filled up the drains in the square
And we all became sea-life
Breathing in the flood like air
we swallowed bubbles like Sonic
To live and love here

There were those who climbed
And rebuilt their homes above us
And considered us in a watery grave
We knew we had it better though
Because here we had our second chance
To be better
Better than them, and anyone else "above" us
Because we, you see, we were fish,
and they just couldn't hack it.