Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane. Let me explain, I am a simple villager, I'm just a cowherd, and I live in a relatively quaint village. The new son of one of the other families here is a bit odd, but no one else seems to acknowledge this at all. Apparently the mother swears that she gave birth to a girl overnight, but found a boy in her arms the next day. Regardless, she has raised him as her own, and he has grown quite strong, quite fast. A runaway cart rolled down the street, slamming into this little boy, who is named Krishna. Rather than harming Krishna, the cart simply exploded into tiny pieces. While everyone was relieved that he was okay, no one seemed to be asking the important questions, like how the hell did Krishna escape without ANY injuries? He's a baby for goodness sake! Oh, and did I mention that he's blue? I don't mean sad or melancholy, he's literally blue. Like his skin is a shade of deep blue. People seemed genuinely surpri...