The sound of a flying helicopter shattered the tranquil air, instantly drawing the attention of every member of the secluded Aka-Raka tribe, whose existence remained shielded from modern tourists. Even scientists found accessing this reservation an impossible feat, a rule they themselves had reluctantly accepted. Among the startled natives emerged young Karkara, her heart racing as she bolted from her hut, eyes wide with fear, her voice piercing the stillness.

"Stapa Ram Kuru! (Stop Flying Bird!)" she screamed, her words tinged with panic, her eyes wide with disbelief. Running her hand over her smooth skin, she stared in bewilderment and dread at the contraption she referred to as the "Flying Bird," realizing the folly of her words. The term "helicopter" didn't exist now in her vocabulary, though she knew with certainty it wasn't some magical deity. Just yesterday, Karkara herself had arrived on this very island via helicopter as Robert Blown - one member of research expedition.

The "flying bird," oblivious to her pleas, continued its departure until it vanished from the sight of both the natives and Karkara, who struggled to compose herself. She tried to ignore the unfamiliar weight of her ample breasts, strange earrigs and the sensation of her long, unusual hair in braids.

Approaching her, a strange native man spoke softly, gently embracing her shoulders and guiding her with a reassuring hand. "Karkara bura mum krum pravakolo (It's all right, Karkara, it's already over)," a gentle voice spoke.

"Var Karkara boom boom burkamrock (Var will calm Karkara in the hut)," her husband reassured. Taking her still bewildered hand, her husband led her back to the hut. While they walked, Karkara's mind raced with thoughts of the peculiar stone-carved deity she had encountered in the cave yesterday, when she was still Robert Blown. She had wished to prolong her stay on the island, knowing it was impossible due to the researchers' time constraints. She vividly remembered falling asleep in her tent as Robert Blown.

Suddenly, as they neared the entrance of the hut, Karkara stopped abruptly, jerking her hand away from her husband's grasp.

"Neta! Karkara nimar proshakara (No! Karkara needs to go to the cave!)"

"Stapa! Neta vamen! Vamen proshakar neta! (Stop! No! Women are not allowed in the cave!)" he declared, his words laden with authority.

Despite the urgency pulsing through her, Karkara realized the absurdity of her desire. She knew she shouldn't venture into that cave, even though she believed it was her only escape route back to her former life as Robert Blown. She had all the memories of her life as Robert Blown in her head, but in a strange way, she now also knew everything about local rules, laws, place in this tribe, and even that this man was her husband.

However, everything was not so simple. After Robert made his wish, the deity from the cave heard him and found a suitable candidate in the form of a local woman Karkara, who also wanted to leave this land on a "flying bird". The real Karkara was now in Robert's body, no less embarrassed, but having received all of Robert's knowledge, pretended to be him and, in anticipation of the wonders of the new world, flew to meet adventures.