Prolouge
Back then, I believed that there were only three constants in my life; the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars. By day, I would walk among the Sun's radiance, foraging for the mollusks that dwelled in the cracks of the looming boulders that dotted the shore. By night, I would gaze up at the Stars, and the Sun's brother Moon, tracing the spaces between the blossoms of light, letting my thoughts wander while I listened to the waves come up to meet the shore. Often I would try to expand my family, taking in stray animals to shelter in my hut by the ravine, but after four moon-cycles of coming home to find cold vole and sparrow carcasses slouched on the dirt floor, I forced myself to become content with what I had. This didn't, however, stop me from trying to communicate with my mute companions.
"Come to me!" I would cry, gazing skywards many a lonely night among the endless seas of evergreens and rolling sands, "Come and I will show you where the terns nest in the cold season, in the hollow trees beneath the mountain. I will teach you how to walk among the elk herds by stepping with your heels and only on the patches on loose soil. Come and speak to me, come show me that I am not alone."
Years, past, and though the Sun, Moon, and Stars continued to chase each other through the heavens, not once would I receive an answer.