Cliffs, the pedestal of the most intriguing artwork, the beginning and end of every world, every specific subjective view that exists in our heads only. The wide horizon rests in the background of everything. A camera around his neck, Paul Shady is ready to multiply creative perspectives. He stands on top of the rock, space bound, and raises the Camera slowly to take a look through his lens. Suddenly, a lightning strikes. Clouds reaching together, a storm is born. In seconds, it starts to pour. There is something devilish, crawling out of the black clouds around him. The miserable creatures overwrite the page to watch him turn around, rewriting the end of a story that has never begun. Leaving the paradise with a breeze in the back, halfway flying, halfway pushed into the unknown with a wild and aching pain of excitement.