Being a jester in the court of The King can prove to be dangerous and painful. The vast void demands respect, but you can only focus on the line. A haunting change of perspective; seeing birds from above, trees look like toys and the river is just a ribbon below. We take ourselves to these places and walk a wobbly rope in space, in attempts to wear the crown. You have to stay humble, in fear that The King might have to humble you himself. Dance your best and The King might just let a simple jester like you sit on the throne, if only for a moment.