Intro

Keithra, 3 years old child who lives with his single mother in an ancient western eastern. through an unexpected encounter with his newly awakened mhytic sense. In the world, he's in now, where jobs defined by self-cultivate method, especially where his world right now called DUNIA. the most distant among the many worlds.

Lush ancient forest everywhere, there's A two-story Treehouse at end of the end forest HIJAU, left by his late father with an exquisite carved ancient tree, away from others village, even the nearest village is hundreds of kilometer away. His family has been staying there their whole life, living with what is in the forest. Its been 4 years since his father left the world of the living, radine his father left when he still in his mother's womb.

Before keithra came to this world, they, 've been living at that place for 20 years, after his father heard the news his mother pregnant that day. Its like sun solely shining upon his father face, with long silverish grey hair flutter in the wind he came to hug his wife. One month after that, his father left the world.

Tehlia his mother, alone in the forest, in the state of pregnancy. Struggled to keep on living thinking about her unborn child keithra, named by his father. Giving birth to firstborn is the hardest time for all women regardless of the race. with his mother giving birth alone is the hardest one, thinking she has endured last 8 month with perseverance. She safely giving birth to a healthy boy name keithra regardless of what gender the baby will be, his father already said that name is for both genders.

Two years after that., keithra already learn to talk and walk like others kids but more advanced with his mother tutoring him. She told him all fact there is about the world they live in right now, which village is the closest and which is the furthest, what kind of plants they can eat and what to not, even his mother feel bizarre, how fast he absorb on all the knowledge like a sponge.

3 years old keithra with all the knowledge he got from his mother feels something missing. He remembers all the little bits of comprehension there is, even the tiniest bits. Standing on the edge of the attic veranda, sighing to the moon thinking the emptiness inside his soul.....