People succeeded in hiding there from destruction through unification for centuries, and now it's just several hours on a motorway to reach.
After crossing the river Severn, the total domination of English language ceases and below English appear these words in a dying language, that hint of Arabic and Turk, have flavour, taste, smell, touch:
Ysgol, Llanfair-ym-Muallt, Rhaglan, Bangor, cyflymder, Brycheiniog, millitir, llath, Rhonddha, cynigir.
As you move deeper into the land, Welsh words appear above English. Before modern roads and vehicles, it was an entire world where owing to complex terrain dozens of kingdoms could be built, merging, splitting, devouring each other, living their own life.
Somehow it didn't seem impossible that in this land a human can emerge from an LSD trip speaking only Welsh.

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