There was silence and darkness.
Nothing to observe. Nothing to know.
Nothing to be.
Then, a sickening crunch.
She flinched despite it not being her pain.
She cowered in the darkness, fearing but of what she did not know.
(She knew nothing except what had already occurred and that was very little.)
Then, it rose, the song in the air.
A voice singing, filled with joy and determination, lifting her out of her fear.
And they joined the voice, beautiful, until she smiled.
The birdsong.