Fifteen billion years ago, our Universe exploded into song. Electrons, quarks, neutrinos, danced from plucked strings. Story forms from earth, air, water, fire and bone. We, and our stories, have grown from the land. The land holds the bones of our ancestors, of all things that were here before us. Rocks tell stories of geological memory and the wind carries tales a language of eternal change, an evolving alchemical narrative of matter, liquid and light.