[Timing mark]
Who...?
Who are you?
A n g e l � s E g g
If you don�t keep a precious thing within you... you will lose it.
What�s inside that egg, I wonder.
I can�t tell you something like that.
After all, I don�t know you.
Unless you break an egg...
...you cannot know what is inside of it.
Who are you?
Don�t follow me!
The fish have come out....
Fish...?
Even though they aren�t anywhere...
Even though there aren�t any fish anywhere....
Promise me... you won�t... do anything... to my egg....
This way!
I have seen a tree like this one before....
When was that?
So long ago that I have forgotten....
The clouds made sounds as they flowed across the sky....
The horizon, black as night....
From that darkness was born a great tree.
It sucked the life from the earth.
Pulsing with life, it grew ever longer...
...as though reaching out to grasp something.
Inside an egg...
...it continues to sleep, the great bird....
Where is it?
It is there even now...
...still dreaming.
Dreaming?
What sort of dream does a bird have?
What is inside of that egg?
Still you cannot tell me?
How long have you been here, I wonder....
Only as many days as there are bottles gathered here...?
I, too, have forgotten where I came from.
And where I go from here.
Perhaps I never knew from the beginning....
Will you be going away?
�I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth...�
�...both man and beast, creeping thing and birds of the air...�
�...for I regret that I have made them.�
�After seven days, I will cause it to rain on the earth forty days and forty nights...�
�...and I will destroy from the face of the earth all living things that I have made.�
And it came to pass after seven days that the waters of the flood were on the earth.
On that day all the fountains of the great deep were broken up...
...and the windows of heaven were opened. And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights.
The ark was borne up by the waters.
And all flesh died that moved upon the earth...
...birds and cattle and beasts...
...and every thing that creeps on the earth, and every man.
All in whose nostrils was the breath of the spirit of life, all that was on the dry land, died.
Only he and those who were with him in the ark remained alive.
He sent out from himself a bird, to see if the waters had receded from the face of the ground.
The bird never again returned.
Where did the bird land?
Or perhaps it weakened and was swallowed by the waters?
No one could know.
So the people kept waiting for its return....
Kept waiting... grew tired of waiting....
They forgot when they had released the bird; they forgot that there ever was a bird.
They forgot that there was a world submerged beneath the waters.
They forgot where they had come from... how long they had been there... where they were going....
It was so long ago that the creatures have turned to stone.
The bird that I saw, I cannot remember where or when, it has been so long....
Perhaps it was a dream....
Perhaps you and I are like those fish...
...merely memories of a person long since dead.
Perhaps there is no one left in the world, nothing but the rains....
Perhaps there was no bird from the beginning.
There is.
It�s here.
It is.
It is!
I found it.
It has already turned to stone, but it�s in here. I�m going to keep it safe until it hatches...
...the bird that I found!
I knew it.
I always thought so.
Can you hear something?
A soft sound of breathing.
That�s the sound from your own chest.
And the sound of wings....
It must be dreaming of flying in the sky.
That�s the sound of the wind outside.
Right now it�s in here, dreaming...
...but I will show you...
...very soon....
So, until then, you should stay here...
...because it doesn�t rain here.
It�s warm....
Who are you?
Who...?
Who are you?