Starving for renewal - EN
My name is Wilson, and I'm an inventor.
Or rather I was, until a disastrous experiment sent me here. Here, I don't know where it is. Here, it's the end of the world, the beginning of time. Here is a new Eden where everything is still to do.
The gate I crafted with my hands hurled me in the middle of a strange, wild land, where, helpless as I was, fear, hunger and cold were my everyday lot.
But time had passed since my first clumsy steps in this world. I had set traps, invented the yoke, ploughed the earth. Mother Nature paid me, every morning, its levy of seed, of ripe fruits, of flesh, and a great fire burned into my hearth of fortune.
I survived this way many moons. How many, I don't know. Busy as I was drawing from the ground its nurishing substance, I didn't see the time fly. Worst, I didn't see my soul going with him.
At first light I hopped, an axe in hand, to gather logs for the fires, lights for the nights to come. Then I had to harvest pomegranates, durian fruits and pumpkins,