A flock of synthetic birds fly in unison, their wings moving rhythmically through space.
Among them, a single bird distinguishes itself from the others.
Its senses tune in to something hidden
- a hollow voice -
vibrating in its circuitry, imploring it to slough off its wings and walk as a human.
The voice described a way, a task to fill up the vast-wide-deep ocean with stones from the mountain.
