Our story begins in dark times. Cannons of all types threaten the forest and ravage it mechanically in search of resources. Our heroine, a small cannon, hatches from a bird's egg as if foretold by prophecy. Her quest for her purpose and origins is also a journey into the past, a time when the cannon creatures and the inhabitants of the forest lived in peace and harmony. The machines supported the animals with their strength and craftsmanship, while the animals taught them the meaning of friendship, kindness, and family.

As a testament to the harmony of their coexistence, small cannons rolled into the light of this world. Half-bird, half-cannon, they became the guardians of the community and its laws. The most important law concerned the red stones, a mineral that was said to be the source of all energy. Taking it granted almost unlimited power, but at the terrible cost of losing oneself and falling into madness.

And as it had to happen, in the midst of a violent storm, a machine saw no way out. To save her animal friend, she reached for the stone and made its power her own. She battled against the wind, catching trees like matches, and lost all her senses. And so, an act of friendship led to the end of the community. It was later told that the machine, intoxicated by her power, killed the animal in her madness and disappeared.

Mistrust spread and separated animals from cannon creatures. The balance fell apart, and the small cannons, the guardians of the community, gradually disappeared and were no longer seen. Until today... where the quiet crack of a breaking eggshell continues the story.