What's above the ceiling? The sky, yes, but higher, even higher, behind, what is there? Since the dawn of time, men have been asking themselves this question, who could be hiding behind it: the god of the winds, a lame devil, the queen of the night, the master of time? So they decided to build a tower, a huge tower to climb high, always higher, above the birds, above the clouds, to see, to know... But what did they see?