On a monitor, a night-time landscape flows quickly by; stars follow their natural paths, are born, and die on the horizon line in a cycle that seems constant and immutable. Only the breath of a spectator, a symbol of life and hope for the future, can disrupt the system. Magically, the space limited by the monitor loses the limitations of its frame by exploding and wrapping around the room where the spectator is.
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