Descriptive Essay On Land Of Lies

THE LAND OF LIES

That evening I arrived at the Land of Lies. I had heard lots of stories about this place, but I had expected it to be different. The whole place was again, surrounded by the vastness of the fields. It was difficult to imagine a medieval castle popping up from the land, and yet it did. A rectangular area enclosed a disorganized order of smaller spaces within.

The Land of Lies was a small city in itself, crisscrossed by the roads like veins, tied together by a fabric of monstrous buildings made of fake bricks, which pretended to create a compact area.
The dominant feature of the place was a massive castle standing in the middle, accompanied by dragons spitting fire and smoke, and warriors and knights protecting the city with swords and lances. All this was enriched by dramatic music from fantasy movies. Has the fairytale

The restrictions of the borders have been transformed and translated into new situations. I walked alongside small stalls. In the distance I heard the sound of the dragon spitting smoke.

I walked around that area again. I was thinking how the shape of a medieval castle with ancient temples was created using very new textures. Encompassing the villainy of the commercials and excesses of today’s world, this place was like a hallucination. The paradise interlinked everyday activities such as working, producing and distributing, hiding them under the coat of an ugly fantasy land.
Through its bad architecture, crime and prostitution, the place has turned trade into a disaster, an economic activity that once again profits from the borderland situation. What is happening here now, with the border being dissolved? How do we deal with the consequences of the disaster?

I left the paradise, listening to the music of the medieval fights and looking towards the large neighboring