Once upon a time, someone opened a box…..
There was wiring, and spanners
The machine came to life
And transported us to a strange island
The home of a goddess
And a benevolent alien.
The little bird was safe in the grass.
We set out across the hills
The weather was controlled by a sleepy beast
It was raining when we got to the city
It was a place of many different forces
People had adapted to live there
It was time for us to fly
But how would we ever get home again?
Thank you Mina for curating this and for your overarching narrative interpretation,