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?