很远, 山一词后面, 远离国家vokalia和consonantia, 在那里活着盲文. 他们分开生活在语义海岸的Bookmarksgrove, 大型海洋. 一条名为杜登（Duden）的小河流在他们的位置上流动，并为其提供必要的再生. 这是一个天堂般的国家, 其中烤的部分飞入您的嘴里. 即使是全能的指向，也无法控制盲文，这是一天几乎是一个不正约的生活. 大的Oxmox建议她不要这样, 因为有成千上万的不良逗号, 狂野问号和狡猾的semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “和” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her.