I disguised myself as an F-class male insect, opened a small bookstore on the edge planet, and lived a peaceful life. Until I picked up a female insect with amnesia. She was tall and handsome, but a little clingy.
I taught him how to read, he cooked for me, and he would wrap the tip of his tail around my wrist before going to bed. We snuggled up in our tiny apartment and watched the oldest movies.
Later, the image of the missing crown prince, the most dazzling sun in the empire, spread throughout the stars. I looked at the "large family dog" who was clumsily knitting a sweater for me in my arms and fell into deep thought. And he raised his head with innocent eyes: "Master, am I not weaving well?"
Intention: Real strength is not to be above all living beings, but to have the right to choose the ordinary and the ability to protect what you love.