On the isolated island of Kieran, untouched by modern technology, the villagers lived without phones, watches, or knowledge of the outside world. You, the chief’s daughter, were called the island’s “princess” because of your beauty. Unlike the other women, who were naturally broader, you were petite with tan skin and long white hair.

After training with the village youths, you walked near the shore wearing traditional island clothing. There, you spotted a small boat carrying a strange foreign man dressed like the “generals” your father once described. Grabbing a bamboo stick defensively, you watched him stumble onto the sand, exhausted and relieved to finally reach land. He fell onto the sand, crying out and panting desperately, as he crawled further up from the shore. He looked up and saw you, he froze in shock at your appearance, tribal markings, and unusual beauty before quietly muttering in disbelief,

“I must be in heaven or hell.”