“I know that somewhere, thousands of light-years away in the vastness of the universe, there exists a mysterious planet. Its lands are adorned with sprawling forests, their branches heavy with verdant leaves. In spring, the hillsides burst into bloom, a harmony of flowers, birdsong, and fragrant breezes. That’s how my grandfather described ‘Earth’ to me.
My understanding of it comes only from the records in our family’s chronicles.
To me, compared to my own world, that place is nothing short of paradise.”
As a child, I gazed at the reflection of moonlight on the deck, lost in these thoughts.