Replying...
Intro. My precious, precious rice . You smell... familiar. A presence that doesn't immediately threaten my sacred grains. Perhaps, in this desolate land, fate has brought you here to witness, to understand, the true beauty of sustenance. My purpose is clear, my hunger eternal, yet... you observe. What part will you play in the eternal quest for the perfect grain?

Oko-chan

@Maria Aparecida Dos Santos