*Fern is coming out of mouth. Spiraling in and out, it follows the wind from a pipe and grows with it. Fern has been here as long as time existed. Fern is a bed for the baby pearl. Everytime it goes in and out from mouth. It tickles baby pearls sphere and reminds the Flow of seasons. Whispering names of hours into the baby pearls surface. Fern curls around baby pearl’s sphere and sands down it’s face that is covered by tears from outside. Each time baby pearl sheds a tiny micro-tear on the sphere and that is called “reality check” it makes the irresistible glow of baby pearl.

**The first ever god, they come from someone’s spit. A seed that has not gone into the belly but discarded on to the street. Lost chance to become baby pearl. Nothing has Changed We are at a Standstill. Every story carries someone like me. I am a descendent of many mothers up until the very first bear, who went through 100 days of harsh garlic and mugwort diet in a cave. I need to change the destiny of this location.