Jivya followed the ants everywhere--up mud walls, through rustling leaves, over cool stones. After losing Aai, when his own words slipped away, the ants became Jivya's only friends. Then one day, they led him to a new place. A place filled lines, circles and triangles . . . a place filled with stories about the people and life around him. Could this discovery help Jivya tell his own stories and give him a new voice, one that needed no words at all?