I was born in a chaotic place, where food is nowhere to be found. People are like savage animals willing to kill others for a taste of food--for survival.

Hot air and hot land, how long was it when it last rained? I don't remember. I hope it will even just a small drop just for me to taste so I may recall its taste.

"Where can I find some of those cold and wet thing--uh, that substance falling in the sky?" I've tried to ask my mom when I saw her running to my direction with a piece of meat clutched in her chest.

"It's just a rare phenomenon, my dear," she said and stuffed a bit of meat in my mouth.

"But... I want to have a taste of it again, It's my birthday tomorrow," I slowly chewed the food and clutched mom's shirt.

She pat my head and looked at me sadly, "Sorry dear, I can't give you what you want."

I looked away sadly and nod. I walked away. I looked at my surrounding, plastic and wastes are piling up and the smell of smoke is lingering in the air. Not only that, in the corner of the pile of waste is another pile of dead bodies.

I wonder why the world had come to this? It's a living hell.

Stories and myths have said that long time ago the world is rich with food and water but now it's all gone.

As I walked, I saw another pile of plastic floating in a vast basin, I wonder why it is floating? Is there something underneath it? I watched it intensely as curiosity invited me to take a peek.

Mom always told me that it's called the ocean and she said never to approach it, I wonder why she always said that? What's inside this ocean with plastics floating on top of it?

"I'll take a look, just once," I said to myself and start approaching it.

I dipped my right feet on it and it feels like the thing that falls when it rains! There is water! My birthday wish will come true!

I dived right in the big basin full of water with plastics on top.

I drank and drank, greedy to have a taste of the water, then it's late for me to realize how dark the surroundings was and as I drank bits of plastics start worming inside my throat choking me.

I tried swimming back to the surface but plastics stopped me from reaching it, like parasite and demons claws clutching me to stay and die in darkness.

"H-Help..." I tried to say as I desperately tried to flee.

Plastics kept surrounding me stealing my breathe and access to move as slowly, my vision began to blur.

Long time ago the world is not as hellish like it is now... But because of us, we created hell. It's our fault.

Darkness took my sight as death approached me.