Narrator :-
"Humans had always wanted more. Not just more cities, more machines, more knowledge—they wanted everything . Control over nature, over the winds, the seas, the very heartbeat of the planet. They reached deep, into the molten core of the Earth, and tried to bend it to their will."
They failed !
"The planet shuddered, groaned, and tore itself apart. Mountains split, oceans boiled, skies cracked, and storms raged like the planet itself was furious. Civilization fell. Most humans died. And the few who survived… were left in capsules, preserved, forgotten by time, waiting for a chance that might never come."
~~~~~~~~ [ Start ] ~~~~~~~~~
Half-buried near the roots of a massive tree, one such capsule groaned. Its steel skin creaked. The label read: "Aaron – Experiment No. - 50." Dust covered it, roots wrapped around its base, but inside, a machine still tried to work. Sparks flickered from a small internal panel. Something had gone wrong. Something had always gone wrong.
The capsule shuddered, hissed, and then… opened.
A crack first. Then a hiss of air. Metal strained against the pressure of centuries. A faint grinding sound. Finally, with a loud clang, the hatch half-lifted, stuck at an awkward angle, letting sunlight spill onto the forest floor like a blade of gold.
And then… a groan.
Arin awoke.
Blinking against the brightness, he lifted a hand to shield his eyes. Every muscle screamed at him as if reminding him they existed. His head pounded. A dry taste filled his mouth.
Where… am I?
The forest stretched endlessly, massive trees rising like titans, sunlight flickering through leaves. Birds called somewhere above, insects buzzed, and the faint scent of moss and wet earth filled the air.
Arin sat up slowly. Memories came in shards: light, white walls, voices, panic, a sense of pressure… and then nothing.
Wait… am I… alive?
He tested his limbs. All there. Stiff, but functioning. He swallowed and hissed at the dryness in his throat.
Well… that's something. Not dead. Not dead is good… I think…
Arin finally stood. The forest floor was soft, littered with twigs and leaves. Roots twisted like sleeping snakes. Sunlight played patterns on the ground. And there, half-buried in dirt and roots, his capsule—Aaron—looked oddly familiar, almost like a friend waiting for him.
"…Alright… Aaron ( capsule title ) . Guess you and I are stuck together now, huh? Don't worry… I'll try not to stab you."
He grinned at the irony. Machines don't talk, but it felt better to have something to call "friend." Later, in loneliness, he would rename the capsule Caapus, his new companion, his witness, his only other soul in the forest.
The first step was survival. Arin's eyes scanned the forest. Leaves rustled. Shadows shifted. Something… big. He crouched low, instincts kicking in. His pulse raced.
(Think = Don't die on day one. That would be embarrassing…)
It came fast. From the underbrush, a creature—half spider, half nightmare—descended, its legs unnaturally long, eyes glinting like wet stones. Arin froze.
"…Oh. Oh no… that's not in the survival manual…" he shouted.
He grabbed the nearest branch. It was thin, flexible, but better than nothing. The spider lunged. He swung but Missed. The creature skittered, faster than he anticipated. Arin stumbled backward, tripped over a root, and fell face-first into a patch of damp moss.
Yep… professional survivalist… five stars… he muttered through gritted teeth.
The spider lunged again. Adrenaline surged. Arin scrambled to his feet, ducked, rolled, kicked dirt into its eyes. Somehow, by some miracle (or sheer dumb luck), it retreated. He get relieve and began checking his capsule ( caapus ).
Breathing hard, heart hammering, he spotted a small opening behind the capsule. His elbow brushed something metallic. A hidden compartment. Inside, he found the first aid kit, rope, lighter, dried rations, and small tools.
"…Well… hello there, mystery stash. You just saved my life, and I didn't even know you existed. wohoo... I get a jackpot "
He stuffed a few essentials into a rough satchel he fashioned from a vine and a torn piece of mossy cloth, planning to investigate the rest later.
For hours, he wandered cautiously,
Every sound made him flinch: snapping twigs, rustling leaves, distant growls.
The forest had gone quiet, Too quiet.
Arin stopped mid-step, his breath catching."…Yeah this is bad… quiet is never good…"A faint rustle came from the left. Then another… from behind.
He turned slowly.Golden eyes.
One pair,Then two,Then more.
"…Oh… great… not one… a whole family…"The lions stepped out—larger than normal, muscles stretched tight under rough fur, eyes glowing faintly. They weren't rushing.They were studying him.Arin swallowed."…Okay… think… don't panic… definitely don't panic…"One lion stepped forward.
That was enough.
He ran.Branches whipped his face instantly. His bare feet slammed against roots and uneven ground.Behind him—low growls.Fast,too fast.
"…WHY are they so fast?! This is unfair!"
He jumped over a fallen log—RIPPP
His shirt snagged on a broken branch.
He didn't stop."…Clothes are temporary… life is important!"The fabric tore completely, leaving his upper body exposed as he sprinted forward.A lion lunged, just missing him. Its claws grazed his side."AH—! …okay okay… that was CLOSE…"
He zigzagged, trying to confuse them.
Didn't work.They were still gaining.
His breathing turned ragged.Think, Think.
(Tree )Big tree ahead.He ran toward it, pushing harder.A low branch.He jumped, grabbed it—His pants caught on a sharp protruding knot.RIP,"…No no no—NOT NOW!"He kicked wildly, freeing himself but the damage was done. The lower half of his clothing tore badly, hanging loosely.No time to care.He climbed
fast but Hands slipping.
One lion jumped—its claws scraping the bark just below his foot."…I'm going to die… I'm actually going to die…"He pulled himself higher, barely managing to reach a thick branch.He rolled onto it, chest heaving.Below, the lions circled.
" Not today cats!.... Not today "
Then,"why do I always get the sexy, terrifying wildlife attention?" he shout so loud.
Arin lay flat, trying not to move.Sweat dripped down his body. His chest rose and fell violently."…Okay… new rule… I hate lions… all lions… forever…"He glanced down at himself.
Torn shirt—gone.
Pants—barely hanging.
"…Fantastic… almost died AND lost my clothes… great combo…"The lions stayed for a long time.Eventually, they left.But Arin didn't move.Not until the forest sounds slowly returned.
Only then did he sit up, shaky.
"…Yeah… I'm not coming down anytime soo"
He perched there all night, shivering from hunger and fear, the forest alive with nocturnal sounds, wondering how he had survived this long.
(Morning came )~~~~
Arin was exhausted, but he was alive. Hunger gnawed relentlessly. He needed food. But at first,he made a temporary dress by using long grass, leaves and veins to wear.
He spotted a mutant deer grazing cautiously nearby. His survival instinct had kicked in fully. He remembered angles, shadows, wind direction—ancient lessons or innate instinct, he didn't know.
He stalked, prepared a simple snare from rope, waited for the right moment… and finally brought the creature down with careful strikes, using a combination of momentum and improvised traps.
"…Congratulations… you're officially a hunter… also probably insane… but hey, meat!"
He cooked the deer over a small fire, storing meat in the energy-fridge compartment he found earlier in Caapus.
Next, he decide to built a simple tree platform . Nothing fancy—just a place to sleep and store essentials.
Arin stood under the massive tree, head tilted up, eyes scanning the branches.
"…Yeah… this looks safe… or I fall and die. Fifty-fifty, Nice odds."
The trunk was thick, too thick to climb normally. The bark was rough though. Good grip.
He tested it."Okay… we're learning… slow progress… not dead yet…"
He climbed carefully, hugging the trunk like his life depended on it—because it did. After a few painful minutes, he reached a wide branch. It didn't shake much when he stood on it.He bounced slightly.
"…If this breaks, I'm officially the dumbest survivor in history."
It held.Now came the harder part.
He climbed down again. Collected long fallen branches. Not too thick—he couldn't lift those. Not too thin—they'd snap.
(He dragged them one by one
Sweat dripped & Arms burned )
"…Who needs gym… when life itself is trying to kill you…" He murmured
He pushed the first branch up against the trunk, climbed, then pulled it with him. Awkward & Annoying.
He repeated it. Again and again.
By the fifth branch, his shoulders screamed."...I regret everything…"
Finally, he had enough wood.
He laid them across the branch, forming a rough platform. It wasn't stable.
He frowned "…Great. A death bed."
He adjusted angles. Used smaller sticks to wedge gaps. Vines—he remembered vines.
He climbed down again, cut long vines, and tied them around the branches.
Not neat, not pretty, But tight.
He tested it again.Sat slowly.
The platform creaked… then held.
Arin exhaled deeply and lay back, staring at the sky through leaves.
"…Home sweet… dangerous, unstable, tree."
A small smile formed.For the first time since waking up, he had something that felt like his.
( At last, it's cappus turn! ) >>>>
Arin stood near the half-buried capsule, hands on his hips.
"…Alright, Caapus… time to move you."
He grabbed the edge.
Pulled but Nothing really happen .
"…Wow. You're heavy & Rude."
He tried again, digging his heels into the soil.
The capsule shifted slightly.
"...Oh? You do move. Okay, we're talking now…"
He cleared dirt around it using a stick.
Then a rock. Slowly...., painfully, he freed one side.Now dragging was possible.
He wrapped a vine rope around the capsule.
Pulled (It moved… barely)
Step by step.
Inches at a time.
"…If I survive this… I deserve a medal… or at least better food…"
It took hours >>>
By the time he reached the tree, his arms felt like they didn't belong to him anymore.Now the real problem.
"…Don't tell me… I have to take you UP…"
He stared at the branch.
Then at the capsule.
Then back at the branch.
"…Yeah… this is impossible."
He sat down.Thought & wait.
He tied the rope higher on the trunk. Made a crude pulley by looping it around a branch.Then he pulled from above.
The capsule lifted slightly.
"...OH. Genius. Absolute genius."
It still wasn't easy.
He pulled, Slipped and Nearly fell.
"…Okay… maybe half genius…"
Bit by bit, he lifted and adjusted, resting every few seconds.
Finally—after what felt like forever—the capsule rested beside his platform.
Arin collapsed next to it, breathing heavily.
"…Welcome home… Caapus…"
He tapped it gently."…Don't snore."
"…Well, Caapus… think you can handle tree living? Don't fall asleep on me now, buddy."
( He place every important item he have on a particular place. Caapus in middle as a observer of surrounding! )
After a long day, he went to the river.
The river flowed quietly, sunlight dancing on its surface.Arin stepped closer, squinting."…Looks safe… or something eats me the moment I step in…"He picked up a stick. Threw it into the water.
Nothing happened."…Good sign. I think."He didn't jump in immediately.
Instead, he walked along the edge, checking for tracks. Animal footprints everywhere."…Yeah… I'm not sharing bath time with whatever made those…"
He chose a quieter corner where rocks formed a natural boundary.(Good and Semi-hidden )
He cleared small stones. Removed sharp edges.Then he used branches to make a rough barrier around one side.
" Privacy "
"…Look at me… building a bathroom in a jungle… mom would be proud…"
He stepped in slowly.
Cold, very cold.
"—AHH! …okay… okay… I'm fine… actually not fine…!!"He forced himself deeper, washing dirt and sweat away.He used water carefully, splashing, rubbing, cleaning.He leaned back slightly, exhaling."…This… this feels human…Muscles rippled in the sunlight, wet skin shining."…Nice. Look at you last human, muscles, leaves… probably still the hottest guy alive. Who cares about fashion, right?"
Even in solitude, he kept talking to himself, keeping his mind sharp, keeping his humor alive—because without it, the forest would have swallowed him whole.
After bathing, he stepped out, dripping.
Looked around. "Clothes… yeah, that's still a problem"He tore large leaves. Tested flexibility.Wrapped one around his waist. Tied it with vine.
"…Fashion level:- jungle king" ( said proudly ).
Afternoon,
The sun had shifted.
It wasn't harsh anymore. The light felt soft & warmer. Afternoon had settled quietly over the forest.Arin climbed back onto his branch, still a little damp, drops of water sliding down his skin. He paused for a moment, standing there, feeling the breeze."…Okay… this is actually nice…"Then he looked down at himself.Bare upper body. Scratches here and there. Mud half-cleaned. And below—Shoes.And a large leaf tied carefully around his waist.He adjusted it.It slipped slightly."…Nope. Nope. Stay there. Don't betray me now."He tightened the vine holding it."…Man… if anyone sees me like this… I'm done…"He stopped.
(Silence)
"…Yeah… 'anyone'… good joke…"For a second, something in his chest felt… heavy.He looked away.He moved toward his little setup and crouched near the small fridge box. It hummed faintly—still working."…You're my favorite thing right now…"He opened it.Cool air brushed his face.Inside—wrapped pieces of deer meat.Still good."...Wow… I actually did something right…"He took a piece out, closed the lid carefully, and set it aside like it was something precious.Fire next.
He arranged a few dry twigs. Smaller ones first. Then slightly thicker ones.
Hands steady now.He struck the lighter.
Click....A small flame appeared.
"…There you are…"He leaned closer, shielding it from the wind, slowly feeding it into the twigs.The fire caught.Arin sat cross-legged, holding the meat on a sharpened stick over the flame.
The smell came slowly.His stomach growled instantly."…Yeah yeah… I hear you… we're eating…"He watched it cook, turning it carefully.Not too fast.Grease dripped into the fire with a soft hiss.
Time passed quietly.The sky began to change,Blue fading into orangeShadows stretched across the forest.
Arin leaned back slightly, still holding the stick, watching the sky through the leaves."…Hey… Caapus…"He glanced at the capsule beside him."…You think this is normal…?"No answer,Of course.
He smirked faintly."…Yeah… figured…"
He took a bite.He chewed slowly,Better,
Much better."…Not bad… not bad at all…"He kept eating, watching the sky darken little by little."…You know… I don't remember much…"He spoke softly now.
"…Just flashes… light… noise… something big happening…"
He poked the fire absently with a stick.
"…And then… I wake up here… alone… wearing leaves…"A small laugh escaped him.He leaned his head back against the trunk."…I didn't die… got food… got a house…"( pause )
"…Almost got eaten by lions… but we don't talk about that…"
The forest grew quieter as evening deepened.
The wind softened.Insects began their slow chorus.Arin finished eating, wiping his hands on a leaf.
"Day two, not a total failure…"
He looked at Caapus again.He reached out and tapped it lightly."…Good job, partner…"
The sun dipped lower.Orange turned to deep red.Then slowly… fading.Arin's eyes followed the last light slipping through the trees.Everything felt slower now.And then—Something moved.
He froze.Not like before, Not panic.
Just… stillness.
His eyes narrowed slightly."What was that…"Down below, far .
Near a cluster of bushes.A figure.
He leaned forward carefully, gripping the branch."…No way…"
There,Between the soft shadows of evening—A girl .
Standing with her back to him.
She bent slightly, picking something from a bush (Berries).
Her movements were calm