And once again, the old man felt a strange heaviness in his eyes as a familiar melody drifted from his yard.

He grabbed his hat made of woven grass and headed outside, passing through the rows of orange tomatoes and towering golden corn that had grown far beyond the roof of his house. For the first time in years, he heard the call of a raven, a sound that reminded him of a beggar pleading for water.

It struck a chord, though he couldn’t place why. He searched for the source of the sound, but his aging eyes failed him....