I remember looking up at the night sky as a child, and feeling awestruck at the sheer magnitude of it all. It might have been the product of an overactive imagination, but I could swear that it was alive with possibilities. Anything could have been up there. Possibility was as endless as the stars in the sky. Nowadays, I rarely look up at the sky and feel how I used to. As I get older, I feel the wonder with which I once viewed the world with it is slowly being replaced with a strong sense of cynicism.This fixture for me is an attempt to recapture a bit of the feelings of curiosity and wonder I once viewed the world with.