Pan is playing around again. He's messing with something. Nature, harmony.
Whatever he has done, he sends it out into the world.
Two human beings, sharing a large weight above their heads, split between them.
Harmony is not forever. Pan's gift swings it to one side. They are cursed with oscillation.
Might they find another shape, pine tree, a mouse?
Or back to human, even.
To birds of flight, or bat-like beasts.
They may be forever on the run, seeking out the new. Like the chickens behind the pillared wall, it will forever be just out of reach. Look inside yourself. What is stable, solid?
You have reached the end of your cup. Make a wish, then click.