You are the lonely child of a generation born on a forgotten planet. Your days are spent picking bitter fire bush berries that grow wild. These berries keep you and your fellow Arcadians alive. Village elders make sure everyone does their part so that your people live on. Work to eat, eat to work, on and on until you die.
But you’re different. Settling for this life is not in your nature. As the days wear on forever, as blood from thorn-punctured fingers mingle with blood red berries, your mind wanders to the crashed starship in the swamp that brought your people here so long ago. The one that left you stranded.