This other world I had been living in for thousands of years was more amazing than my real world, yet this world showed me the struggle of the kinds in this world; these weren't long-living kinds but short-living ones. I saw a lot of them perish and die, which created another kind that showed different cultures and languages. I remember the first time I came into this world.
One night, while playing in the forest, I stumbled upon a butterfly. This butterfly was so beautiful, I had never seen any of this butterfly before. Its wings were a vibrant shade of blue, fluttering gracefully through the air, captivating me with its beauty. I followed it deeper into the forest. This butterfly captivated me and made me ignore my surroundings. Slowly, I went deeper into the forest. As I ventured further, I realised that the butterfly was leading me to a different forest unlike any I had ever encountered. The forest was more wet and lush, with towering trees and a symphony of exotic bird calls filling the air. The butterfly finally came to rest on a delicate flower, and as I approached, I could hear footsteps approaching. At once, I tried to hide, and after waiting for a while, I could see a group of kinds with a creature that seemed they hunted this creature. They were unlikely to be my own, with more darker skin and hair than I was used to seeing. They passed me, immediately I tried to follow them.
As I followed them, I encountered a village of these kinds. They seemed to live in this village. I could see that these kinds had a lot of things to do, from shaping a log into something, giving and receiving something, and engaging in various activities that seemed unfamiliar to me. I watched from a distance, trying to understand their way of life and interactions with each other.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze towards me. I tried to search for the source of this gaze. As I was searching for it, finally I found it. It was from a smaller one of these kinds. Our eyes met each other. At once, I tried to hide myself and distance myself from the village. Once, when I was in the forest, I tried to find a way to go back to my home. However, I tried so hard to walk around, but I couldn't find any clue or anything that linked why I was here. The only clue was the butterfly, yet it was gone. From there, I realised I was stuck in this world.
I tried to find a space for living, but the dense trees and unfamiliar surroundings made it difficult to navigate. So I stayed at where I came from, the position when I first arrived in this forest. While I was walking around, I was aware that my presence in this forest gave the forest a sense of life and energy that it seemed to lack before. At once, there was a difference between the space for my living and the forest around it. Seeing this, I tried to touch a tree, and immediately the trunk of the tree I touched began to glow with a soft, warm light. It was as if the tree was responding to my presence in a way that I couldn't quite understand. The tree opened its trunk and I could see the inside of the tree. Immediately, I found a space of living for me.
As I walked around inside the tree's trunk, I could see some broken stalks from outside. It was like there was a presence who came towards me. At once, the trunk closed by itself, leaving me in complete darkness. Suddenly, the ground was glowing, making the darkness disappear. However, I was still curious about what was outside. With that, the trunk opened a hole for me to look outside.
I could see the small kind before walking around as I looked outside. It was alone in the forest. Somehow I could hear its voice, it was like it tried to call me, however, I couldn't understand a single thing from its mouth. The thing I was aware of was that this small kind kept repeating one word with some words. This word was "Bidadari.".
After waiting for a while, finally, this smaller kind was gone. The trunk immediately opened, and I could go outside. As I stepped out, I realised the small kind had left a trail of colourful flowers. There was a temptation to follow the trail, however, as I tried to lift my feet towards it, there was a sense of tingling behind my neck. I decided to follow this sense and not follow the trail.
The sun had set, and the moon had set. The day was changed when the sun had risen again. I was walking around the forest. I decided to visit the village again and observe from a distance. As I approached the village, I noticed a group of these kinds inside a sort of shelter. This shelter had more open space and had some pillars that supported the top of the shelter. These kinds wore a shawl similar to mine, yet with different patterns.
Out of the blue, I could hear the sound of a mesmerising symphony. It was echoing. The sound felt like a symphony of nature, blending harmoniously with each other. As I focused on the music, suddenly this group of kinds started to move their arms and feet. They were moving around the symphony. It wasn't about their arms and feet; their heads started to tell a story through their expressions and movements. Their bodies seemed to flow with the symphony as if they were interpreting it through these movements. I was bewitched by them as soon I realised I watched them until the end.
As I came back to the forest, somehow I remembered all the movements from those kinds before. Slowly, my feet started to move as they did. In any seconds, my arms joined the movements, creating a movement that mirrored the one I had witnessed. While I was swept away by the movements, I realised the forest around me was alive with the same energy and pattern that the kinds had portrayed. The trees swayed in time with my movements, as if they too were part of the performance. It was a magical moment, as the movements really connected to nature. What were those kinds trying to do? Connecting with nature with these movements.
While I was circling around with the movements, I sensed something was odd. I felt I was being watched. Soon I noticed it, as I circled twice. There was the small kind that had been watching all along. At once, I immediately went to the tree, and it opened its trunk. I went inside of the trunk. As I was inside, the small kind was in front of the trunk. It was knocking around the trunk; it seemed trying to find any way to open it. After some moments, the small kind went away and left some trail of colourful flowers as before.
Knowing this small kind knew my whereabouts, I decided not to go to the village for some moments. However, this small kind was stubborn as a rock. As the moon had been changing constantly; this small kind was still trying to open the trunk, leaving a trail of flowers each time it visited. Until this small kind changed from leaving a trail of flowers to putting some small seeds in front of the trunk. As it had gone from my sight, I checked these small seeds. The seeds were unlike any I had seen before, with vibrant, pure light colours as pearl. As I was intrigued by the otherworldly colour and its beauty, I decided to plant it.
As the moon constantly changed into the season, the small kind kept visiting me and left the small seeds. However, the seeds I had been planted never grew, leaving me puzzled and wondering about the mysterious nature of the small kind and its seeds. I had planted all the seeds that he had left, yet there was no single seed that grew from the soil. The small kind continued to visit me regularly until the moon had changed twice, and this kind didn't appear as usual. I began to feel curious about this kind of whereabouts. I searched the area around where the small kind used to visit me but found no trace of them. The moon had changed a seventh time; this small kind didn't appear or visit me. I decided to go to the village while the sun was on top.
As I was in the village, I was constantly searching for the whereabouts of this small kind among all these kinds. I kept searching from the forest; I couldn't show myself in front of these kinds. The sun had set, and the moon had risen for the third time. I had no luck in finding the small kind. Until the fourth time of the cycle of the sun and the moon, I finally caught a glimpse of the small kind in the distance. I kept my eyes on the small kind from the forest. Until it came into its shelter, and I saw another kind, larger than it. The larger kind seemed to be chiding the small kind. I observed from afar, trying to understand the dynamic between the two kinds. The larger kind's body language seemed protective yet stern towards the smaller one. Soon, I realised the larger kind was the progenitor of the small kind. The progenitor of the small kind wasn't just one, but two progenitors, like a pair of progenitors. One progenitor had different attire from the small kind, and one progenitor had the same attire as the small kind.
As the sun almost reached the peak of the top, the small kind followed one progenitor who had the same attire as it, and one progenitor stayed behind at the shelter. They went in the other direction of the forest with a sort of tool, a wooden tool with a sharp edge. The broad end of this tool is like a flattened stone, polished and honed to a fine edge. I kept following them until the end of the forest. Until I came upon a remarkable sight, the open space lands transformed into chains of cascade steps. It felt like these kinds had sculpted the earth into more ground layers than each other. From the distance, I could see they went to the second ground layer. Each of the ground layers had some water flowing through them, creating a chain of flow from the highest layer to the lowest layer.
The progenitor started to lift the tool as high after that and brought it down as felt it sliced the earth. Each movement created a soft, rustling sound as the soil was turned over, breaking apart and revealing the dark, rich layers hidden beneath. It also created gentle waves of water and channels with each deliberate stroke. After some moments, the progenitor gave the tool to the small kind. It started to mimic the movements of the progenitor. They took turns with each other.
When the sun almost hid its appearance, they left the soil and started to come back to the village. They walked back with a lot of sweat on their bodies, which could be seen because they were topless. Back in their shelter, I could see the other progenitor doing something behind their shelter. There were two stones, one stone was flat on the bottom and had a deep, curved indentation in the centre. It seemed to bring a lot of seeds into that stone. After that, it brought another stone, which looked like a rounded stick. It began to press all the seeds from the other stone and repeated a lot of times. Soon, it cleaned something in the stone, and all the seeds brought it into another tool. A tool was like a spider web. It toshed around with the tool, and everything was falling except for the seeds, which remained caught in the web-like structure. Somehow it repeated it again with the stones and repeated it again with the spider web-like tool. Until, the progenitor went to the other shelter, where it felt the progenitor stored all the seeds into there. It wasn't just storing, the progenitor brought some seeds from it.
These seeds were soaked in the water and brought into another tool where they coloured like soil. The tool was full of water, and fire spread at the bottom of it from some woods. The progenitor tried to control the fire. A few moments later, the progenitor opened the lid of the tool, and the seeds became the things that I had encountered. The seeds were bright light coloured. The progenitor brought all the seeds into another tool that had a shape like the stone before, a deep, curved indentation in the centre, and a spider-web pattern around it.
The progenitor brought it inside the shelter. I tried to find another position to get a view inside the shelter. Until I saw they were sitting on the ground. The progenitor, who was not topless, started to take the seeds from the tool and brought them into another thing with flat surfaces. The progenitor served it in front of others. After that, I realised I was wrong about the seeds. The seeds were not meant to be planted but rather put in mouth. I watched as the group gathered around, eagerly putting the seeds in their mouth with something beside it.
All the time, the small kind tried to give me these seeds for me to do the same thing. As I kept watching them, suddenly the small kind's eyes stared towards me. Knowing, it knew I was watching them. I went back to the forest.