The Story of Kwalla and Bij

Kwalla is leaving for Bij in the morning. I can't let her go without showing her how I feel. So after she's fallen asleep, I slip out of bed and onto a spot on the floor where moonlight from her window falls across my dimly backlit notebook. Careful not to wake her too soon, I cradle the useloon in my hands and prepare to share. Our story takes nearly 30 minutes to play, and when I'm done, I sit back and let it expand into the room. By the time I finish, my fingers are cramped, my brain is tight, and I can barely see straight. But the story is magnificent, engross