I walk by the sea. In the horizon I can see a grey silhouette. This must be the outermost stone, I think to myself. It is said that new forms of life emerge at the outermost stone. Symbionts with a purpose. Sometimes a bird-like figure is hovering over the sea. But the figure is shy and disappears as soon as it hears an unfamiliar sound. Standing by the water´s edge, I try to imagine life at the outermost stone. Who are these creatures? And what do they want from us?