After Simba was exiled from the Pride Lands, he ran through a large, barren desert. As day turned to night and the sun dipped below the horizon, his strength stated to leave him, and he started to desperately search for anywhere where he can crawl down into. Letting the wind mostly carry him around, too weak to fight it, he found a such a spot and leaned against one of the rock's walls.
What he failed to realize was that while he felt abandoned, the Great Kings of the past were looking out for him, and had guided the winds to move him towards the only shelter in the area that will let him survive. And they called upon the help of some of those who were long gone, not kings, but with the spirit of kings.
I don't know where you are from to know if you observe Memorial Day, but this picture is very fitting and timely as that holiday to commemorate war-dead just passed in the U.S.
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