A boy named Mak did not come to this world the way children usually come, his mother found him in a field. He was so small that he could stand under a cabbage leaf, but he grew over time, mostly from the mother’s love and the miraculous stories the father who was a miner told daily. Mak was most impressed by the stories of an ancient sea and a city made of salt. He fell in love with the city. When he grew up, he found his great love there, but he also lost it there.