Each time beings received consciousness in that future they had to make certain decisions. A face. A body. What form to adopt for the waking time?
The choices were infinite. One could enter any specification, yet no one did. It was much easier to choose one of the preselected models displayed. Diversity was valued. So it said in the charter. One was free to choose diversity and appear any way one pleased. All beings knew this.
But Wind Whisperer couldn't help wondering, especially after the Heart Song episode. Heart Song had stated before all the beings of the cotillion that it was impossible to tell the preferred forms apart. That in fact they were all the same.
All the beings were scandalized that Heart Song could have expressed such a thing.
And when Heart Song returned from Rest Time, there was no more mention of such ideas.
But Wind Whisperer still wondered. Would it be possible to pick a different model? Dare one try? A body like a blade of grass with three dew drop eyes? Yes.
Wind Whisperer chose these lovely variations then activated the self recognition scan.
How different! How flagrant! What vulgarity!
Quickly Wind Whisperer canceled the design. Clearly now it could be seen that real grace, true elegance grew out of the most subtle variation in appearance. So subtle perhaps as to be indistinguishable.
Wind Whisperer selected model number three and joined the other beings of the cotillion for the waking time.