"Many years ago, the world was young. Earthquakes and comets were giving birth to mountains. Islands, born from volcanoes drifted amoung the coulds, gravity still to weak to keep them anchored to the sea floor.
Upon these islands walked giants, each with a task which kept the world moving. Some made it rain, others mapped the clouds, each living in peace.
One day, a giant was born. She didnt care much for maps or duties. She spent her days wandering the shore, talking with the flower, watching the world below.
One day, she birthed a baby boy. Too much was the responsibility she left the boy to fall to earth wrapped in blankets.
The boy grew into a giant. He spent his day wandering in search of his mother and his home. All he found was sorrow. No matter how big he was, the world was still bigger. And emptier. And lonely. His only friends were the birds who would tell him magnificent tales about the beautiful home he could never return to.
Eventually, he made himself an island. Surrounded by other islands. And one day he found a new mother. He called her piano. And there were dolphins.
And he cried."
