Quack!

On a gentle spring day, momma wild duck welcomed her six tiny ducklings.
The littlest one, she named Cmon.

Cmonchan, over here!
Cmonchan, hurry up!
Hey, Cmon!

The water glittered in the sun.
What a beautiful world.
Cmonchan couldn't stop quacking.

Before long, spring had passed, and the ducklings had all grown up.

Wild ducks gathered at the lake, ready to seek Da Richland.

Quack!
Cmonchan spread wings and followed the lead duck toward the morning sun.

The flock kept steady, now above a huge city.

Suddenly.
Quaaaaaack!
A web of electric signals appeared out of nowhere.
The flock panicked.
Some ducks got caught, and the rest scattered.

A gust swept Cmonchan up into the sky, and... gone.

Cmonchan drifted in endless black.
The long, raging wind finally stopped. Cmonchan floated down to the ground.
It was a land never seen before.

Quack...
Cmonchan was alone, lost for what to do.

Rain drummed softly.
Cmonchan dozed under a small shelter.

Come on, duckie! Wake up!
Mom, can I feed the duckie?
Cmonchan woke to find a little girl standing there.

Come here!
Cmonchan came closer, cautious.
Here you go!

Cmonchan took a bite of the mochi, a sweet rice ball.
The taste hit like nothing before.
Cmonchan started dancing.

Humans provided everything.

Nutritious meals prepared with care.
Cmonchan learned what communication was.

Brain-training toys and timeless books
pushed Cmonchan further and further.
The evolution was breathtaking.

Cmonchan lay in bed, eyes fixed on a glowing screen.
Snacks and juice scattered around.

The sun was gone.
The screen was the only light.

A news story about ducks migrating caught Cmonchan's eye.
Distant memories came back.
Cmonchan searched Da Richland.
No results appeared.

Quack...
Slowly, Cmonchan sat up and pulled the curtains aside.
Stars sparkled outside the window.

Cmonchan decided to travel to Da Richland.
Everything went into one bag.

At the skyport, all kinds of birds had gathered.
One by one, they took off.
Cmonchan checked the map on a gadget.

Wanna quack?
A black bird in a white suit came over and gave kind directions.

Cmonchan sighed with relief.
Then looked down.

The bag was gone.

Alone in the room, eating, sleeping, dancing on the web.
It's fulfilling, for sure, tho...

Is this all my duck life?

Bright light slipped through a gap in the curtains.
Cmonchan decided to go right back to sleep.

Cmonchan dragged themself out of bed, opened a laptop, and checked the news.
A headline flashed: White-Suited Scammer Bird Caught.

Cmonchan taps LIKE.
The likes keep climbing…
Cmonchan felt something like a presence beyond the screen... and began to dance.