At the dawn of the twenty-first century, in the midst of stormy night, in the small village of Hunnar in India, the cries of a newborn fill with joy a young woman’s heart, as she gives birth to a baby girl, as the mother cherish the baby on to her breast, the girl’s twin brother is born, his cries start small, like a gasp for air, but then they get louder and louder, so loud, that it seems as a dozen babies are crying. After the baby boy settles, not a moment of silence goes by, when the mother screams in terror, the once perfectly healthy baby girl is now eyes wide open, staring into space, and drooling, but still breathing, as she has fallen into some sort of a coma.
As time goes by, the baby girl never closes her eyes, moves, or makes a sound. Soon after, another baby is born the same way, and then another, and another. After only 13 months, all newborns around the world are suffering from what becomes known as the Children of Hunnar Syndrome. Caring for these children overwhelms humanity’s endurance, and most of them don’t live long. Then the countdown begins. With no children, Mankind has only 100 years before total extinction.

Life, Universe’s gamble on free will, its rareness is proof of its power.
For even the mighty black hole, it’s bound by the Universe rules, unable to choose its path.
Life with all its rareness is not exempt from these rules.
For the Universe solution to its complexity, is more rules.
So life rareness is bound to one more rule.
Life must always find a way.

As the first baby with the Unnar Syndrome is born, on that same night, in a remote cave, deep in the Amazonian jungle, another baby girl awakens. There she has been asleep, while nurtured, and loved in the arms of her mother…
for over 300 million years.