Once open a time.... Deep in this island where no one has ever set foot in lived a peaceful community of macrobiotic organisms. The sun shuns brightly yet you cannot see it under the so called trees. The water was translucent with random hints of colour from surrounding plants. Everything here was never touched by any animal. If you were here you would feel the freshness of this planet. A feeling no one but the first beings on earth has felt. One random day a flock of geese was migrating to the south and one of the youngsters happened to fall. This one landed on the island where no one has set foot in. "I told mom I didn't want to fly as I was bad in everything!" The little one wobbled down a path wondering if anyone in her flock would help her. Suddenly she heard a faint sound...*drop* "what's that?" said the little goose. Then came the sound of calm yet intense ballet music that captured the goose's heart. She saw a man with silver hair. In a gentle way, he leaped like a feather in the air. Wait, but you said no one has set foot in this place? Yes no one but this one is not a living being. He is an image created by the lonely organisms here.
"Please let me join" said the little goose. "Let me dance with you.."
She came closer and closer to the being but he just went further and further away.
"To dance with a man you need to be one!"
She heard somewhere
"I see, you want to be a human?"
The goose ran with her light feet trying to fly again hoping maybe she could find the man.
"I want to be a girl, someone able to dance like a feather.."
She wished.
"But a little goose like you will never be graceful, look at your fellows, they honk like idiots and no one ever likes them. As for you little one; you can't even fly. How pitiful.."
The words shot her like steel arrows and the pain ran through her tiny mind crushing her dreams.
"I would give whatever to be a girl, I just want to dance with the beautiful man with silver hair..."
"Then dance goose, dance!"
Without caution she leaped flapping her wings very hard yet trying to remain graceful. She mocked everything she saw of the man and slowly she turned into a girl with bright strawberry blonde hair and a youthful smile. With a tutu like a goose's feather she jumped to the man,
"Please let me dance with you!"
"Yes miss, you're the most beautiful maiden I've seen."
With her head filled with joy she danced non stop until she was never seen again. Never seen on this island that no one has ever set foot in. I meant no one will, because the organising here does not want anything to..because they want the beautiful this planet place was before, because, because.. The imagery will not let anyone else live here. This island by the name of Le Débarquement de Plume, no one shall come here..
