In an ordinary neighbourhood, there exisited a mystical dimension of its own. With planets and stars covering the sky. And asteroids and comits blazing through the walls. The floor covered with piles of books, all related to the alienable world in one way or the other. It was dark, yet illuminating.

Amidst it all, stood a young boy, in the window, gazing at the wonderous world above. The twinkling bodies lightened up the midnight sky. And told him stories of times long before he existed. The boy, whose eyes had galaxies of their own, listened to them intently as if he understood the ancient language. And perhaps he was the only one who did.