Sometimes it seems to me that winter storms shaking the rocky, gray from antiquity shores of the southern islands are the same "Kiss of the Sea," which gave birth to the Kingdom of Pelli from the foam of the waves. A kingdom for which a thousand years is just a page of the Book of Books. Islands and straits, sun and dusk, firmament and wave. Pellia, who became my home, although I did not ask her about it, still did not find the strength to return to the lands of my fathers. Many, many years have passed since I, an enthusiastic and amazed boy, set foot on the shore of one of the islands of the Kingdom. Pellia lived and lives by sea; so I had to cross a giant ocean in order to reach its limits. The path was long, but I never regretted it. My adolescence ended so quickly that I did not have time to taste those...