North of Pearl City, in the endless mountains, countless miraculous lives thrived.

Under the sunlight, a group of young wild boars followed their mother across the grass. Ahead lay a stream, no wider than an arm's length. The mother boar stepped over it easily, but the leading piglet hesitated, skidding to a halt at the water's edge.

The piglets behind it piled up, and the front one was accidentally knocked into the stream. It tumbled head over heels, flailing, until a hand made ...