In an uncertain time and place, a group of animated shy rock cubes come out from the anonymity of their quarry to mate. Powerful and indescribable forces made them move towards others in the sky, in a sort of dance that attracts some cubes to others, until those compatible latch on each other and produce a fresh new rock cube.

Ce sont des cubes de pierre solitaires, usés et brisés, flottant dans la brume. Comme signe de vie, ils n’ont que deux petits yeux noirs. Le temps du rassemblement est venu pour eux.