dream of tongues

On an ocean shore, or rather, a small bay: one can see both the calm open sea, and what looks like a narrow tongue of sand separating it from the bay. A Wild Girl makes her way across the shallow water, tearing off her clothes. Countless animals, mostly grizzly bears, approach from the other side, trying to reach the mainland. The Girl inadvertently vexes one of the bears, and might have gotten killed if the bear weren't driven by some strange instinct towards the shore. The Girl, however, is utterly unaware of the danger. She reaches the sandy peninsula, naked, and starts running madly across the desert. The dunes are becoming more and more varied. Ephemeral caves appear, hollowed out by the wind, and vanish, buried by the shifting sand. There is one that remains in the landscape suddenly become firm. The cavity is the size of an old hollow oak: two people could easily stand in it. Someone comes and hangs a jar from the ceiling. The glass seems to have been blackened by smoke and the receptacle gives a rather sinister impression. The Girl approaches it with curiosity. At that moment I can see her eyes, but not her whole figure. Inside the jar, asleep, there hangs a small bat. It is visibly growing and its wings are able to extend outside the glass through two narrow slits, previously imperceptible. Yet the animal remains trapped, and I wonder whether it has enough air to breathe, and whether someone will come to its rescue.
In front of the cave, there are dead bodies of a few other bats, still trapped in their jars. I realize that this is some sort of a cruel experiment which intends to test whether a bat is able to learn the human tongue, and which, from the very start, was doomed to fail: that is why there is never anyone to record the results.
The bat awakes. It becomes aware of its prison. Moving with mysterious determination, it perfoms an incredible maneuver: by agitating the jar from within, it manages to roll it along the vertical wall of the cave, and then let it swing back and break against the frame of the cave's entrance.
Outside, there is a tree. In its shade and as if formed of the shadow, the bat, standing erect, much larger now, speaks. Clearly articulated syllables can be heard, there is no doubt about it, for the very first time. It's a new language: beautiful, untamed...