In a village snow falling like usual , children are playing even though they're hungry like trying to distract themselves from the truth. people doing they're daily activities in this small village
someone is chopping tree, someone is hunting animals , someone is herding sheep's, and some children playing hide and seek.
people laughing, people yelling, people talking, people moving.
seeing all these things moving like an ant in a chaotic way he felt distant from them.
hearing all these noises he felt like he was in a someone's dream. but he can't wake up because this is the dream he loves so much.
seeing that kid looking at them without expression the children stopped playing for a moment before coming before the 'kid' with a dissatisfied expression.
and then they told him" what are you doing here. go somewhere else. we don't want to play with you."
The kid didn't answer as he silently walking away from them only leaving a footprint that leads to his 'Home'
The kids whispered each other while looking the black dote vanishing in the white forest.
one kid asked to another "what was he doing right now"
the kid that was leading the children answered " i don't know he was just standing here watching us, its just so creepy"
They didn't stay there long as they continued playing they're game.
the kid walking towards his home with a rushing pace even though there's nothing to do when he got home.
After a while kid knocked on the shallow old door.
the dark wooden door opened with a quacking sound.
and the skinny figure appeared behind the door with a dirty clothes that has many sewed mark.
it was his mom. the only person, only existence that welcome him.
the child entered the warm home.
it was a shelter that was made of bunch of scrap to cover wind and cold and a tree branch, wood to fix the holes.
but still it was warm.
the kids mom asked her son "what did you saw today" as she closed the door with a struggle.
The boy answered with a excitement as he recalled the village people's activities how kid played hide and seek"
Mother heard her son with a faint smile. it was hard to tell if it was a happy smile or sad but it was most likely a guilt that was appeared on her face.
The mother starts boiling the last bowl of soup to her son. son was waited patiently and ate it slowly because it was the last food of today.
after eating the food child and mother cuddled together in their cozy bed. it was sunsetting child asked his mother" Mother can you tell me that story one more time"
the mother answered plainly "of course but will you promise one thing"
"what is it mother "
"you cant tell other's about this story no matter what"
the kid answered without hesitation "of course mom i always said that i wont"
the mother replied with a playing tone" well then i will have to reward those who keep their promises"
the mother looked at the roof as if she seeing something faraway and starts telling him the story.
"the end of the kingdom where the people find the meaning of life and the king who found his end in the world it self."