Two beings, First and Second, met in space at the edge of a small solar system. First shared with second, in the perfect way that their kind shared, the total concept and nuance of a fascinating little blue and green planet First had been visiting for quite some time. It was covered with creatures of wood and green foliage, and other creatures that moved around all over the surface, eating other creatures to survive. Second was especially fascinated with the idea of one type of creature, a creature that built machines and contraptions and lived in complicated boxes they constructed to make themselves comfortable and protect themselves from the often hostile environment of the planet. Second was most curious that these creature seemed to communicate with one another using noises and symbols. First agreed with Second that they could not imagine there would be enough different noises and symbols to clearly communicate all the nuances and intricacies required for real sharing. First expressed to Second the suspicion that bad communication was probably the source of much conflict First had witnessed while there.
As a girl she had discovered, in the woods not far from home, a flower with an eye, an actual eye, the same color as her sister's eyes, green with a little grey. She bent to look at it and in seemed to regard her. It blinked. She talked to it, but it didn't seem to hear, though it watched her intently. She had gone back to the place several times to visit it over the next year, until her father had been transferred to work in a city halfway across the country. She never told anyone about it, and never experienced anything else so extraordinary in her life.
Now, years later, she was parked at the edge of the woods. As a rational adult, she was puzzled by the memory. Funny how she had just accepted it. Funny how she had gone for long periods of time without thinking about it, only to remember it again once in a while, wondering what it was, how it came to be there, if it were there still.
As she approached the place, the woods having changed surprisingly little over the years, she stopped suddenly at the sound of a little voice. She ducked behind a tree and glanced around to see a young girl crouched, talking to something in front of her. She couldn't make out the words. She wondered who the girl was, what her life was like. She watched her for several minutes before turning back toward her car.