Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Sterilizia, where, for most citizens, cleanliness truly is next to godliness.
Every morning begins with a grand ritual of sterilization. At dawn, the faithful rise, don their holy biohazard suits, and endeavor to disinfect every inch of their homes. The ritual would be incomplete without scrubbing the ceilings, for in Sterilizia, even gravity cannot be trusted to repel those innocent-looking buggers.
The Cleanse Wardens are the elite guardians who uphold the kingdom’s immaculate standards. Clad in antiseptic armor, they patrol the streets equipped with germ detectors and won’t hesitate to summon the Sanitizer Swat Brigade at the first sign of perceived contamination.
In Sterilizia, harboring and abetting dirt is considered a very grave transgression. Offenders (like me) risk being exiled to Filthoria—a realm where grime reigns supreme, and yet, astonishingly, life still flourishes. Filthorians seem to embrace untidiness and appear largely unaffected by it.
The annals of Sterilizia are rich with legends of cleanliness. The most revered among them is the tale of Sir Sanitizealot, who vanquished the Dust Dragon using an array of sophisticated cleaning weapons. His heroic deeds are celebrated annually in a grand festival dedicated to promoting cleanliness.
But as you leave the extra-clean kingdom of Sterilizia, remember: a little dirt never hurt anyone. Relax and let the little Dustbuggers roam free for a while longer. Embrace life’s messiness and find a balance between cleanliness and a touch of laissez-faire.
After all, it’s not the germs we’ve conquered that matter, but the memories—whether dirty or clean—we’ve created along the way.
Now repeat after me: “I shall not be afraid of dust and shall try my best to commiserate with the wretched sinners who live among us. Amen!”
Alain