[ a song from land and sky ]

[insectlike]

[ it's like a song that few others can hear. ]
[ enthralling, ephemeral, infinite. there was no death, there's only me. ]
[ and there's only ever been ME for a very long time. ]

[ hello, Noman's Land, can you hear me? we've been together for a really long time, haven't we? this was our planet, our home, for centuries and millennia it's only ever been us, and then all of a sudden it WASN'T just us--it was them. Plants, humans. there was so much more noise, and everything got so, so exciting. different. there was more food, there was more to watch, to see. rather than just ME there was MORE, and while maybe a different species may be upset at being invaded, having parts of yourself hunted, eaten, locked in cages, it was a change for Zazie.
And Zazie loved change.

And it's happening again.
There's something changing in the sands of Noman's Land, and it feels like they've been asleep for a long time.

For any residents of Noman's Land, you may be greeted with a great rumble, a great tremor under the sands that haven't been felt in weeks since the sky split open and many were spit out here.
But there's something new, there's a voice, and there's something in the atmosphere that Zazie doesn't understand.

And Zazie wants to understand, so badly.

Wherever you are, in the cities, in the towns--there's suddenly going to be a boom of insect activity. Worms flying around in the air as if they're searching for something. Great sand worms coming up from their seemingly infinite depths in the sand.

Maybe you're even one of the lucky ones to Catch a white-haired kid dancing through the streets of whichever town pleases them best.
Maybe they'll even try to catch your eye on purpose, and wave--

After all, you're all old friends of theirs, aren't you? All of you interesting little creatures who crawl around on the skin and bones of THEIR planet.

Maybe you'll even be one of the lucky ones to have Zazie sitting in your window at night.
Sitting upon your car as it idles at a gas station during the day.

And maybe, once they understand how to use communicators, they'll even buzz their cryptic little messages over the network: ]

Something fun is coming.

I wonder how many people are gonna get in trouble this time.

Can't you feel it?
The air sings.

Like how I sing.