One of the dolls was filled with creatures. The other doll was comprised of flowers. They were having a conversation made of sound and color. In the trunk of the great tree that stood majestically behind them was a hive of bees. When the doll filled with animals sang, the doll filled with flowers blossomed. Some called them twins, others, a single doll somehow divided. Their conversations were the vehicles of secrets about the sky and the lights that pervade it. Even the ocean was listening. Even the water remembers.