Somewhere in a world where no one has ever walked, there is a tree of life, death, knowledge, oblivion, dreams, and dawns. Its leaves are eyes that see everything, see through. They see the past, the present, the future, and the impossible.
A bird built a nest under the roots of this tree and laid a golden egg. An egg-paradise. And this egg, saturated with sky and light, rose into the air, defying the laws of gravity. It hangs above the nest and the leaves-eyes contemplate it.