A slow red sphere, pulsating with light and energy, rose across the misty horizon; nourishing the once dark and bleak island with colour, sound and life. It was as if an artist's canvas slowly came to life, splattering the surface with colors and shades and carefully piecing together his masterpiece. Suddenly the island lit up as if someone had suddenly turned the brightness knob on a television and turned up the volume. The dark, mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the smallest details of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. When I stood up I saw a multitude of ants scurrying here and there on the dark, gnarled root, I looked deeper into the ant world, staring in fascination at the various dark blobs, running across the root like farmers on a freshly plowed field . The black spots crawled across the root, sometimes stopping when they came into contact with another ant who waved their antennae joyfully at each other, and sometimes picking up a crumb with glee and running back to the colony in ecstasy at the excitement. The crescendo of the sound slows down...