The Shadow lay on the ground, looking at the sky.
It raised its head to gaze at the sky. The "head" belonged to the Shadow, and the "sky"...
In a lush, green forest, a vine grew with wild abandon. Its Vine Mustaches climbed over every tree, and its shadow blanketed the entire forest floor.
But as a plant, no matter how well it grew, it was just an ordinary vine. The only thing it could perceive was sunlight. Warm rays pierced the gaps in the canopy, falling upon the vine coiled around the great trees. To get more sunlight, it could only climb higher and higher, guided by a dim, unknowing instinct.
And the shadow the vine cast upon the ground grew ever larger.
As the vine grew, so did its shadow.
Every day in the forest was peaceful. As a plant, it had no need to worry about deception or intrigue. It just had to keep growing toward the sun...
The change came on a bright, sunny morning.
