Bab 1: Chapter 1: Under the Sun of the Backlands
The scorching sun of the backlands seemed to have no mercy, beating down on the dry and cracked earth. Amidst that arid vastness, an old man walked with firm but tired steps. His clothes were simple, worn out by time and travel, and a straw hat, as old as he was, protected his head from the relentless heat.
In the distance, he saw a small village, practically swallowed by dust. It was one of those forgotten communities, where life was hard and hope was rare. As he approached, he noticed the unsettling silence. There were no children running, no laughter. Only the wind blowing between the mud houses, raising clouds of dust.
The old man knew what that meant. He had seen that scene before. The merciless drought had drained the last vestiges of life from the land. Without water, the crops died, the animals succumbed, and the people were on the verge of despair.
He entered the village without making a fuss. The few remaining inhabitants watched him with blank eyes, lacking the energy to question the presence of a stranger. The old man made his way to the center of the village, where a dry well was the only sign that there had once been water there.
It was then that he heard a hoarse voice calling to him. A thin, starving man, the leader of the community, approached. "We have nothing to offer, sir," he said hopelessly. "There is nothing here but death and despair."
The old man looked around and, with a nod, replied, "I have not come for food or shelter. I have come to help." His voice was firm but gentle, as if it carried within it the weight of the lives he had touched.
And there, under the relentless sun of the backlands, his journey began.
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