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What if we could escape the anguish of failure, the fear of becoming, the annoyances of existence? And if it was enough to move to a cloud, where would we decide not to do anything anymore? To cherish this nothing, to sublimate it, to celebrate it: this is what a boy thought he had succeeded in finally putting himself free from reality. But it was without counting on the love that, one day, walking under his cloud, forced him to lean towards life. A single poetic, sensitive and upsetting scene.