A
boy sits on the edge of a cliff.
He
humbly looks into the infinite space that unfolds before him. Behind
the boy, there is a tree, growing on the cliff, just not caring about
the unlively conditions of the space around him. It stretches its
branches into the wide galactic spectacle, as if searching for more.
The boy looks and sighs. He soon grew tired of what is in front of
him.
