The two dwellers, the first of their kind, stood before each other in the quiet grove.
They had only one word between them, a sound that was both a question and an answer, a name and a greeting.
The first dweller, the one of moss and starlight, spoke the word aloud.
The second dweller, the echo of the first, repeated the word, and the grove filled with the sound of their shared voice.
It was the first conversation, the first time two beings had spoken and been understood, and in that simple exchange, the world became a little less lonely.