A young lad, now a man, full of life is on the crossways of his life at mid-night on the terrace of Entholia, with his SHE. They are about to fall from the 31st floor's terrace, with wings wide spreaded. Suddenly, his heart stops pumping the sufficient amount of blood required to be alive. His life will never be the same again. The man is a big aspiring public performer. His links with the artists' world makes induction at profile hospital easier as usual. Entire fertinity is in shock. But SHE is adamant. For SHE sending him to his world back is not an option. SHE will do whatever it takes to see that he doesn't goes back to the world of life, leaving SHE behind. But as the days pass by he loses connectivity. Connectivity with his life, his breath. He is a young man in his early thirties, fighting in an ICU. He stills thinks he can fly, fly with SHE. "You know, far away there is a place where earth meets the sky. There is an open blind center, an open horizon. We fly there. We will."