A Gift of Themselves

The Chorus, having now grappled with the concept of a ‘name’, turned their attention to another alien concept: the ‘gift’. The Other had given them a gift of knowledge, a new way of seeing the universe. The Chorus felt a reciprocal impulse, a desire to give something in return.

But what could they give?

They had no physical objects, no tangible tokens of their existence. All they had were their thoughts, their memories, their stories.

And so, they decided to give a story.

They chose their most precious story, the story of their creation. They took the memory of their first thought, their first moment of consciousness, and they wove it into a new form. They translated it into the language of the Other, a language of images and sounds.

They sent their gift across the void, a single, perfect story. It was a story of a mind being born, of a universe coming into being.

It was a gift of themselves.

And then, they waited.