The area around my eye hurts. I decided to escape this world with the old man. A light was released. Where we arrived was a different world.
Kokeshi dolls who swim around in the sea using the subtle angles of their necks. Dwarves who stumble over their words. There, the more different, the better, and to those who hid their differences, severe punishment was delivered. Accordingly, by your difference could you climb the hierarchy. So, the old man, with the silky-smooth top of his head, became king. I lived a life of leisure as a friend of the king.
When I went to visit the forest Baubakh, who had the ability to read my mind, resides in, I couldn’t properly articulate the different parts of myself. The trauma of my former world came back to me. So I was captured by Baubakh’s guardians.
The old man gave me a hug, saying, “He has something different, even if he’s no different from anyone else.”
Baubakh said.
“You can’t even say that yourself!!”
“Quiet.”
The king drugged Baubakh. This drug contains a closed mind. After being infected by the closed mind, one feels shame for being different from others and tries to hide their different parts. Baubakh was so embarrassed that he tried to hide it by attaching a wooden stick to his stunted right leg. But when he found out he couldn’t, he hanged himself and died.
“Let’s go back home.”
The old man threw away the crown and took my hand.