"In my planet Zeca, we were living a normal life in the Myano Kingdom.
Both of my parents were farmers. I was ten, and my sister was eight. We were a happy family with a small piece of land, planting grains and vegetables."
The sun graced the sky like a soaring bird, bestowing its light upon the planet.
On this radiant day, a young child stood amidst a verdant field, cradling a basket in the tomato patch. He donned a single garment crafted from animal hide, with an opening for his head and the sides bound with a slender rope. To ensure a snug fit, he cinched a rope around his waist, giving the impression that it was tailor-made for him.
In truth, he had salvaged the hide from a deceased bovine, left to decay after a demon's attack.
The young child had hair cascading down to his knees. He left it untied for reasons of his own, and his hands bore the marks of numerous scratches. He harvested the tomatoes with vacant eyes and a ghost of a smile.
