Mother Mouse and her child are bound together; the umbilical has not yet been cut.
Transformed into human beings, one is bound to the sky, one to the earth.
Birds of prey used to hunt them.
As humans, they domesticate the birds.
Bound to the earth, the Mouse-Mother sends something out into the world.
A cry, a signal.
Everything in twos.
Everything bound.
This is a cup of dependencies. Of doubleness, of flipped dynamics. I have no words of advice. I can only wish you luck, and strength. I hope your calls are answered. Make a wish, then click.