Once upon a time, at a isolated part of the world, where no civilization has touched, lived a young soul by the name of Ai. Ai meant love and joy of life in the language of time. No creature on the island knew how Ai came to be. It was just suddenly one humid and lazy day, when Ai appeared in a basket on top of the tallest tree on the island with a red sash wrapped around her tummy. The red sash writhed and waved in the ocasional breeze that passed by.
Ai lived in harmony with nature. She respected and cared for nature and in return nature blessed her with her bountiful fruits and resources.
Ai's Root
By GreenLizzy
Not sure where Ai will been or become. Hardcore Improv yeah yeah yeah! More