We look up at the sky, longing to touch the stars. But one day, the stars turned into meteorites and fell like rain. We were initially frightened, then adapted, finally numb, and even began to appreciate the brilliance of the billboards embedded in the sky brought about by this disaster.
It is not until the last star is eclipsed that we suddenly realize that we have not been imprisoned by any external force. With our own hands, one generation after another, we have built this incomparably majestic tomb of silence for ourselves and future generations, one that surrounds the entire planet.
And this tomb is not alone in the universe.
