Jym met Myjy by the Ymj tree. Mjy gave Jym a Jyjm gem, glowing with mystic Mjyjy light. “Ymjym awaits,” said Myjy, pointing to the misty hills of Jyym. Jym nodded, clutching the gem with joy. They marched past the Jyy marsh, where Mymj birds sang in strange tones. At dusk, Jym and Myjy reached the gates of Yjym, guarded by the silent Jyjm monks. “Jymjyj,” whispered Myjy, and the gates opened wide. Their journey had only begun.