1 PROLOGUE

An egg had just hatched, so an old man in charge of guarding it immediately came and found the occupant of the egg who was now lying with his eyes closed.

"Is he awake?" asked the old man very worriedly.

"Not yet, Sir. Looks like he's not required to be here yet."

Hearing what the healer had just said made the old man sighed. There's a lot of weirdness going on here that makes him wonder.

"If he wasn't supposed to be born, then why did the egg break?" he said in his heart. "What happened?"

The old man finally decided to move it back to its original place by changing the broken egg-like never before.

There are so many unborn, and he looks after them here. The old man made sure of it all the time. He is in charge of the eggs. He must always take care of whatever is trying to be born and grow properly.

Now the old man was watching some of the officers doing the work for him. One of them was a small child who was allowed to roam around the garden just to care for the flowers.

"Sir," called the little boy. His eyes saw how the old man in front of him seemed to be contemplating something which made him immediately ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing what he just said made the old man immediately sigh, then shake his head.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

The little boy who heard it immediately nodded in understanding, then took out something from his basket which he always carried. Then it was given to the old man as a medicine to relieve his master's fatigue.

"Here drink it, and don't forget to always finish it, Sir."

"Thank you, Masao."

After that, the old man immediately left, leaving Masao who had been looking at the back which was getting further away.

The boy returned to the garden to see the flowers in bloom. His smile never fades because Masao loves those who are trying to be born and grow.

Until he found something that surprised him, a flower that was in a pot was always born and died so quickly that it made him sigh.

"What exactly happened to you? Don't you want to be born like them?"

His gaze immediately turned to the surroundings where there were flowers that had managed to grow so well. After that Masao put the pot back on the ground, where it belonged.

For years this has always happened to those who were not given a fortune in life. Being born and dying so quickly is not easy for those who get their destiny.

In fact, until now no one knows how to prevent that from ever happening. Masao never even knew what happened to those who were given such a short life.

"Why are they born if their lives are short?" Masao muttered innocently. "If I were like you, would I feel sad? Fate is so cruel to those who get what they want so easily, even if it's only for a moment."