Pahelpur-GS Paudel

Just as in the worlds of gibbons and Barbary apes, there exists a mythical flower within every world — yet no community ever seeks it.
Those who follow the beauty of the calla lily push themselves into the great abyss of life, but make no effort to climb back out.

Pahelapur is a terrifying empire — everyone knows this truth — yet no one steps forward to destroy it.
Ancient philosophers say that to free oneself from royal arrogance and ego, one must take refuge in the color yellow, but human society is strange.
People continue to chase greed, attachment, and ego.
They never wish to be free from these chains.

There is suffering in becoming yellowed.
The upliftment of the world lies in seeking liberation from the disease carried since ancient times, not in drowning within it and falling into ruin.
The cure may exist within oneself — but who will search for it?
Lost in the single curl of illusion — that is, love — Alok, deported from the Maldives and barely recovering from hallucinations, once again lost himself… this time in Pahenlapur.

Yellow flowers, yellow vision —
Pahenlapur is the world.