"Panta Rei"
Murmuring water opened up to visions of pink orchirds. That was the place.
The bodies sustained by the most powerful engineered natural wonders of Earth arrived. Zig zag was the movement that affected the air.
Rippling waves vibrated and guided those minuscule antennae. The eyes were piercing the horizon. Arriving too late could have meant to die.
It was time for the harvest, the moment of the Transformation. Thousands of them were flying together by days. The sunset was close. Their compact mass was a translucent cloud in constant movement . You would have said it was almost oscuring the 3 white moons high on the left. The moment was close.
The tiny bodies shifted and curved, bent and touched each other, liquidly exchanging thousands of fluids, the sweat, the tears, the sperm, the juices, the salivas....the infinitesimale celebration was ready for creating the new generation.
Telepatically talking, thousands and thousand of tiny brains clicked.
The liquid, silver, vibrating mass imploded.
And the new creature was born, made of all the thousands that were arrievd from any corner of the land. From the East, from the West, from the South, from the North.
She would have lived until the next 3 full moons would have appeared in the sky. And then she would have again mutate herself and again and again.
Panta Rei, says Eraclito.
Even a dragonfly doesn't fly in the same sky with the same wings.
Everything changes....
