Standing silently below a salt-stained bird bone, looking like a memory of something,
Jing Wei looked upon it with reverence and understanding.
With a flinch, she felt the last splice of veins sync together, and circulate warm blood through her heart, confirming her arrival into this existence.
The voice that once rang out from within her small aerodynamic body, she now realised had been her own voice.
With a body, a mind, and a name, Jing Wei felt the world come to meet her and gazed out over the land.
