What hides in the jungle? Where do the wildcats go? No one knows for sure. They walk on invisible paths, following trails of ghosts and come together at a clearing where the robot queen lingers half asleep, half covered in moss and rust, with her heavy heart plugged deep underground, pulsating in tune with the heartbeats of the earth.

During the day, the wildcats come bearing gifts: rats and monkeys and things yet the robot queen remains silent with her only eye fixed in space, dreaming of empty red landscapes of dust from a planet far away which has exploded and disappeared long ago, along with her home.

At night, battle scarred from their hissing contests, the wildcats come to rest and to serenade at her feet, purring songs of praise and songs of longing and once or twice the robot queen sighs in her slumber, to the delight of all the jungle...