The sky.
What was it like to feel the sky?
What did it feel like to drift through the sky? To sense the soft touch of the wind as the world below slowly shrank into the distance...?
Such were the questions Pebble continuously asked itself.
Since birth, it had never felt what it was like to touch the sky. To feel the sky. Or to be with the sky.
No, there was a time when it happened.
But that was also the time when Pebble died and lost its life.
"Get ready, Pebble. It's almost ready."
The human's soft voice reached the cat's ears, slowly bringing its attention toward the egg that sat before the human.
Pebble slowly inched towards the egg, feeling the pulse of life coming from it.
The cat felt a sudden sense of anticipation while staring at the egg.
Would it finally be able to feel the sky?
Throb!
"Okay!"
The human's voice rang out again, his eyes fixed on the egg that showed a certain reaction.
