When, at long last, they arrived to the castle, it was desert...
The found only an open book on the stone floor.
They could read in it their entire story, but there was not any written word.
And they realized that a story never ends
until one keeps on telling it and,
at the same time, every finished story
is the beginning of a new one.
So they jumped into the picture with a big laugh
and disappeared at their turn.