In the dense forest, an athletic boy rushed out of the forest with a basket on his back and a knife in his hand.
At the edge of the forest, he stopped. In front of the boy was a dilapidated thatched hut.
I saw the boy shouting into the room, "Sister, I'm back!"
There was no sound coming from the room. The boy's expression suddenly changed, and he rushed into the room without even putting down the basket. There was only a shabby bed in the empty room and paper pressed on the floor with the only bowl in the house.
I picked up the paper and it said:
Intention: Use your own perspective to define yourself and live your life as the person in the eyes of others