The journey of the kelbaldhero began upon the chickens that swim inside the soft cushions, in any place near the rising sun, where the drizzlepath is drawn all the way up to the Mountain of Fire.

The hilarious smell of the misty mountains gathers so many hopes and so many memories in just no repetition. It swears to its relatives by the momentum and the cosmic force of all the gods who are waiting for a sign. It will be their most unique alternative to drag into her arms, their only hope to achieve a disaster. Some ogres yell at their mother just to be clear.

I am the sound of your rotting, rusted brain. An illusive companion from her nightmares.

I can’t and won’t heal wounds like yours. I’ll be gone when you wake up.

She was damned since the moment she ate that frog from the swimming pool. She just couldn’t stand a chance to lock tight and look right for another curse. Just like dwarfs from a shiny little town, she disappeared into a mist formed by droplets of nothingness that precipitate upwards, into a void of finite infinity.

Madness. The libéluladragonflyrealm in which you seek happiness… Madness.

There is no fabric of time that will let you keep listening to my sounds. You can’t just give an opportunity to anyone who follows you secretly.

The knife is hidden in the shadows and the Templar is in the island of the donkeys. A big black cloud is darkening the already blackened sky with a new suicidal trend.

Hüloooooo! You remember yourself sealing the crooked window shut, but not why you did it. You enjoy your freedom the same way a guinea pig enjoys his maze.

Climbing along the dark alley, I shouldn’t be able to see the soul of a dark rider at the top of the hill. There’s nothing better than risking your life for a couple of dreaming sessions. I wonder if you’ll ever get it.

Now that I’ve seen the imperial waves, I’d like to say he stayed on top and made me feel like a fool until the next morning, which might as well never come and stop the decay of your cold blood stains. Could I have been lied to? Were both the gas mask and the trash can really necessary? All he really wanted was the right female voice. We didn’t need no competition, no magic trick to drizzle my path, as it will soon reach the heavens so your son’s unextended life can be felt in your family cocktail party. Don’t cry till the candles blow up your crimson face.

A crow and a pregnant goblin both stalking a rude man beneath a broken bridge as a death machine is built in a faraway land. The majestic audience can play a game for sixty bucks and make a toddler so happy for a minute or two. Does a billionaire have to feel sorry for not being able to ease the pain of his own fall into the pool of mud? At least us mere mortals can take our chances and dance on top of a (something in Turkish) on the highway.

You used to make funny sounds while we were laying on the carpet. For no reason would his love end by the line drawn by your certain death. You have to keep on climbing up the Mountain of Fire despite all the lies and curses. There will be no more witchery curses around the neighborhood for four years. This is the reason why she will burn in your love until the end of time. Say no more. Just say no more. I miss the old melodies, especially the one that opened our journey. Play it and I’ll remain silent.

And so our journey ends here. It’s about time to wake your apaçiApachefriends up and celebrate the second chance you have just been given to look around you and find the door to a higher walking experience in real life.

• I LOVE the narration done by Bárbara Grande Gil! I love her accent and the way she says certain words or the emphasis she adds. It's simply wonderful! Nevertheless, some stuff I couldn't parse, hence this compilation.
  
  
• What does it all mean? I have no idea.
  
  
• Much of the script can be found in Tonguç Bodur's second game, Drizzlepath: Genie as Easter Eggs or hideables along the new trail. There is some variation, though, between what's revealed in the second game and what's narrated in the first.
  
  
• The most regular change is that the narrator always uses contractions. For example, "can't" instead of "cannot," and "I've" instead of "I have."
  
  
• The 12th checkpoint is the one I need real help with. In parentheses are the words, "Something Turkish" because the hideable in Genie reads "wooden truck," but that is definitely not what Bárbara Grande Gil says.