'Who am I? Or perhaps, who are we?'
It often pondered this question.
It lay curled up on the boundless Feather Sea, lost in thought for what felt like an entire day. It would remain this way until a gust of wind swept the feathers into the sky, shattering its train of thought and plunging it back into confusion.
'I am the main control program of Paradise Island, responsible for its entire operation.'
This was the answer engraved in its mind, but it always felt that answer was wrong. It sensed this was merely a memory that had been forced upon it. Yet, when it tried to recall its true origins, it drew a complete blank.
But now, it seemed to remember:
It, too, was a part of this Feather Sea…
They were called the Feathered, a species of creatures formed from pure white feathers.
At birth, they were but a single feather. This feather would drift aimlessly on the wind until it acquired other feathers.
