Once upon a time, there was a beautiful bird and a hardy insect.
They spent their time talking and sipping golden bubbles in the midday sun.
Their days were perfect, filled with long awaited showers in a barren desert.

This Robin and this Ant.
Knew that they were different, both lunatics living for a country that didn't exist.
Or a feeling they couldn't resist.

A break came one day. No break of peace but a break of belief, a shattering of morals. A death of unsuspecting partners. We sat alone in madness, thought for hours about dreams. Still we speak of memories.

Just before midnight, she pecks at the door.
I love you, she cries, to what she adores.
He replies, with the same obvious response. Deep breathes are taken and London is born.