In a house by the edge of a lake, there lived a man. A man who spent his days looking at the sky. A man whose soul was always that of a child.

The roof of his house seemed to play with the roofs of his neighbors houses, like in a mysterious forest. He often thought of his true home, but didn't know where to look for it.

So he dreamed. He dreamed of the immense sky and the timid and majestic stars. At that time of dreaming, gently, he began to remember... when he was still a baby in the great mothers' womb.