In a deep, dark, confined space, I grew bigger and bigger after being trapped in there. As time passed, I lost the sense of time; it became so inflexible that I struggled to breathe while striving very hard to find a way out. A blooming glimmer of hope arose at the end of the road, and I found a bright beam of light calling me desperately.

"Ha! Finally, I can get out of here," I exclaimed.

As I starved to end the struggle, there was no way but to rush toward the light. Unexpectedly, with minor effect, someone grabbed me and pulled me to the other side. When I tried to witness this sudden occurrence, I couldn't see much; the beam of light was so intense. I ended up in the hands of something strange, hanging upside down.

Trying to figure out what these things could be, based on their appearance, they could only be one thing… humans. Even though this strange human was covering half of their face, I was intelligent enough to figure it out.

In ignorance of what was happening, I started to cry out loud, finding relief from the struggle I had put up to free myself from the darkness. Everyone could hardly separate their hands from their ears, and people outside the room waited with enthusiasm in their hearts upon hearing those loud cries coming from inside the room.

"It seems I have pretty high vocals, but how can they hear me? What am I? I'm kind of… tiny, and… is this… my body!?"

"Wait!? Body? Whose body? Is it mine? Why am I so tiny? … Oh no! I've turned into a human too. And why is everybody upside down?..." As questions raced through my mind, a sense of common sense started to awaken after grasping the gravity of the situation, leading me to the conclusion: "Shit! I was born, and it's me who is upside down… Hey, put me down! Right now, you hear me!"

My cries didn't stop. They placed me in a swing with rod walls beside the person I came out from, after wrapping a warm, long white sheet all around me and securing me from moving.

That person who gave birth smiled, but her eyes told a different story. She held complex feelings of happiness because the baby was born and disappointment because the baby happened to be a girl, not the boy she desperately wanted to have.

While sleeping next to her, I wondered what to do about those people outside who stole glances at me as soon as they entered the room. They scared me by placing their big heads over my small body while whispering about my appearance.

"Doesn't she look like her mother!? Look, her eyes are exactly like Manta's."

"No! No! She looks like her father!? Her nose is the same as Zen's."

"It seems she has her grandparents' genes."

It was so uncomfortable that I wanted to get away from these people. But what could I do? They surrounded me like noisy bees over honey. I couldn't just shoo them away with my tiny body, nor could I tell them to move away.

"Who are you, people? What's your problem? … Leave me alone," I thought desperately, but it was futile. They couldn't understand me any more than I could understand them. The only words that came out of my mouth were "boo..boo.. abboo..ggaaa." Even understanding myself was a challenge.

I was just a wandering soul, enjoying my peace, when suddenly, out of nowhere, I was trapped in some dark place a while ago. "What the devil is happening here? Get me out of here, right now! Blockheads!" And then, I emerged as a baby, breaking free from it… "But why am I a baby though? And a human baby at that… Out of all the peaceful living beings – elves, mermaids, fairies, dwarfs – why nosy humans?"

Humans were always complicated. They liked to point out the weaknesses of others just because they were bored and wanted to feel superior. They aspired to be something they didn't actually want to be, all to show off to others, even though they knew it wouldn't change anything. It was all just an illusion they created, wanting others to follow the script that was etched in their minds.

If anyone wanted to be themselves, like crabs, they'd pull them back into their script, never allowing their loved ones to live bravely according to their dreams. In the name of their parents, they were forced to study subjects they disliked, work jobs they hated, and marry someone they never loved and had never known their whole life. It was a life gamble played by parents with their children's lives.

Exhausted from crying and overthinking, I eventually fell into a deep sleep, oblivious to the fact that what lay ahead was the beginning of the abyss.