When the child came, the world changed. Its origin was a mystery. Whether it came from above, out in the starry darkness, or from the depths of the ocean or somewhere else, no-one knew. The only thing we knew immediately was that it wasn’t like us. We still don’t know if it was truly a child, but it had a childlike manner. When it spoke, it spoke our own languages, but in the way that a child would. Full of curiosity, and wonder. And sometimes rage. And it brought its gift, perhaps uninte...
