In Pertiwi's celestial kingdom, expectations hung heavy. Batara Guru arrived, a divine being burdened by loneliness no earthly crown could alleviate. His Aunt, vibrant, greeted him: "Batara, ready to find your consort?" The formal setting made him uneasy.
"I wish to meet all princesses," Batara Guru replied politely, "but I must consult my father first." He watched consorts pass, none capturing his eye. Duty versus unawakened feelings brewed within him.
Batara Guru politely excused himself. "I must return to Earth; duties await." His form shrank, despite his Aunt and Another Relative subtly trying to keep him. He felt relief to depart.
By the shore, The Crocodile, an ancient, tranquil presence, awaited him. "How goes it, Master?" the creature asked. Batara Guru sighed, solitude pressing. "I only feel lonely, hope receded," he whispered against lapping waves. "Solitude presses down, Master, even upon the divine."
Back on Earth, Batara Guru sought refuge in the untamed wilderness. Days bled into nights, marked by chill and gnawing emptiness. He endured cold, hunger