Nestled among lush palms and sunlit paths, the village temple rises proudly—a place of gathering, celebration, and the occasional sandwich feast. Villagers pass stories under the shade of trees while sharing their beloved peanut butter and jelly. Among them are the cheerful man and woman, protectors of their people, bearing their sandwiches like relics. Then there’s the wandering bard, singing tales of the past. The last two are unlike any others: a giant villager fifteen feet tall, who raises a jar of peanut butter in one hand and jelly in the other like a sacred ritual, and the small child always by his side, learning the village ways. Together, they are the spirit of the village.
