Once there was a boy named Inaoton who lived alone in a small hut at the edge of the village. His days were quiet, filled with the rhythm of digging and planting in his field. One afternoon, as he turned the soil, his hand struck something strange - a smooth, glowing object buried beneath the earth. The moment he touched it, a beautiful girl appeared before him.
Her name was Esabella.
Inaoton had never seen such beauty. Her black hair flowed like silk, carrying a sweet fragrance that lingered in the air. Her dress shimmered like morning mist, and her lips curved into a smile that warmed his lonely heart. From that moment, he was enchanted.
They spoke for hours. Esabella agreed with everything he said, laughed at his jokes, and listened with gentle eyes. They fell in love - not with grand gestures, but with quiet conversations, shared silences, and the joy of simply being together.
But only Inaoton could see her.
Villagers passing by saw him talking to empty space. "He's gone mad," they whispered. "He talks to shadows." When they asked him what was wrong, Inaoton smiled and said, "This is Esabella, my beloved." He pointed beside him, but there was nothing there.
From that day, Inaoton changed. He stopped bathing, eating, or working. He wandered the fields with Esabella, laughing and chatting with someone no one else could hear. His hut became a world of whispers and invisible love.