When he opened his eyes, he didn't understand what he was looking at. He looked straight ahead.

  He saw his hands, and his mind provided him with information about their functions and the name of this organ.

  This raised more questions, such as: What is his mind? What is an eye?

  With each question, he was provided with an answer.

  The brain is the organ that gives orders to the body and stores information.

  The eye is a sensory receptor responsible for sight.

  He looked around and found a group of creatures.

  His relatives, his people.

  He was the first to speak on this planet.

  "Listen to me."

  All his relatives looked at him after he said that.

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  But before he could finish speaking, a group of animals attacked them from the air.

  As he tried to scratch his face, he managed to gain information from this winged cat. He grabbed it by the head and used his free hand to tear off its wing.

  He shouted to his relatives:

  "Tear off its wings. Don't let it escape!"

  He asked a female beside him:

  "What are wings?"

  He threw her the torn wing.

  He threw the winged cat at another winged cat trying to escape.

  This caused the two to fall, and the female beside him caught them.

  He asked her:

  "I'm Mina. What's your name?"

  "What's a name?"

  A name is a word that identifies a person, animal, inanimate object, or country, distinguishing it from others. He replied:

  "It's something unique to each person, and it should have a meaning."

  "I don't have a name."

  "And why are you asking me? Don't you have an answer to every question?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "Why didn't you understand what he was talking about? It's impossible not to notice, isn't it?

  "Brothers and sisters, gather the winged cats together."

  One of his tallest relatives, who was holding a winged cat, stepped forward and asked:

  "How do you know the names of these things? And why are you a different color?"

  He looked to see where he was. He found himself looking at skin that wasn't his own, but that he was wearing it. He realized that its name was clothing.

  "Do clothes speak?"

  "Where do these words come from, and how do we understand them?"

  At that moment, he realized that he was the only one who could obtain information about something when he saw it.

  But his cousin was right. How could they understand him? Wait for the answer.

  The answer was language. So you ask, what is language? A collection of signs and symbols that form a tool for communication.

  He replied,

  "It doesn't matter. What matters is that we need these winged cats to survive."

  They looked at him in surprise.

  "Don't you realize that your bodies need to eat, and these winged cats are food?"

  Everyone who had caught a winged cat looked at the cat in their hand. He said,

  "Everyone who can catch a winged cat should share it with himself and two others."

  Voices rose after his words.

  A man stepped forward and said,

  "Why should I give what I caught to someone else?"

  "For the sake of relationships, we are all like these winged cats, one species, one family, one people."

  They looked at each other, and he realized that they hadn't understood his words.

  "Consider it a courtship ritual for reproduction."