This man was the Creator — the one who channels streams of inexplicable information through himself. Ideas bubbled inside him, and he released them into the world without explanation. Why "melon"? Why now? He didn’t know the answers. He felt vulnerable, lonely, and misunderstood, for each of his days was filled with this cry, the meaning of which only he knew. And although the people around him couldn’t find an explanation for why the Creator wasted his energy on his strange performances, they felt something more in his words. They could sense how the energy, inspiration, and beauty of this unknown melon pierced through every one of his shouts.
But as is often the case, the Creator was not understood in his lifetime. His works, his strange words, were dismissed as nonsense, and his actions seemed pointless. The Creator gifted the world with fantasies, never demanding understanding, but secretly hoping that one day, someone would hear him.