Since time immemorial, a message has been passed from mouth to mouth, from beak to beak, and from thing to thing. Here and there, it is whispered, crystal clear, on the long road to the source and mouth of things. But what ears can hear it if not those sharpened in awe? If not those tempered by hope? A Recado has set off on its journey and will only reach its destination when everything fits into the rightness of itself. Until then... we whisper.