One night, the boy became a man. His birthday is celebrated with cold beer and warm friendship.

One night, the three girls pampered themselves of art and fused art into their creations. They danced and ate and laughed heaps.

One night, the lady and the man strolled and stopped. They exchanged promises of being better for each other.

One night, the woman exhaled her last breath. Her death is mourned by her loved ones.

In the diversified evolutions of that one night, there is nothing but the certainty of love, so vast it collapses everything into eternity tumbling one after another like a domino. The traces of our flesh are the traces of heaven we make. So how do we fuel our energy? How do we spread our immensity? And how do we affect the immensities of others?