Muddy Estuary

A land, a kingdom, a country, call it what you will, is defined not just by the people that make it home, by its geographical features that define its route, nor just by the animals and trees and plants that live off it. It becomes alive, lends credence and strength to those on its lands when even the soul is nourished, through the hopes, dreams and tales carried from one to another. A virtuous cycle that both nourishes the physical bodies of those who inhabit the land and feeds the soul of the land.   In a place where the stories have been replaced, where myths and legends of the land are looked down upon, and where its most innocent souls are fed dreams of a faraway place that will never exist, what is its story?