First there was nothing. Then something happened. Something eventually transformed into a star, and the star soon gave birth to a planet. This planet - originally lacking water and air - eventually gave birth to cells, becoming plants, becoming fish, becoming lizards, becoming rodents, becoming apes, becoming humans, becoming angels.

The smoky torch faded.

The traveler knew tradition:

"There walk

one light of flame

in darkest night."

The path wasn't rugged,it was long and cold. Many turned back.

Snarling vermin begged for breadcrumbs to distract them.

Time passed.

Finally, the last lighthouse appeared and the traveler could rest.

They changed their names. He called her Yin, she called him Yang--they ran away together, forsaking assigned fates in favor of their freedom. They ventured west into uncertain territories, chasing the horizon. Fighting fear, tragedy, and the odds, they discovered an abandoned city, growing a great forest within it.

We're standing high, the wind knocking us back again and again. Our breath flies. The fury of it drives us closer, turns us sideways, takes our feet away. And we spin, birch leaves glinting against a metal backdrop as soldiers watch from below and shout. "Enjoy your freedom, girls. Freedom."