Synopsis

A young boy was sitting in his attic because he has no friends, all he can play with are the toys he makes himself and his imagination. He stares into an old painting his dad put there years ago. To the boy, the painting glows with colour. To him it is a world of adventure, one that he will never be able to explore.

Everyday without his parents knowing, he'd sneak up into the attic, drawing pictures of what he thought lived there, what he thought was on the other side of hills, etc. He did this for weeks. The painting served him as his home away from home, a place he feel wanted.

Slowly, day by day, this young boy began to turn this world into reality, gradually forgetting the one he was in. Forgetting his family. Forgetting his school. Forgetting his favourite TV shows. One day he prepared himself to enter this world. He sat there, all alone in his attic, staring into this painting, wishing he was there. He did not stop staring, even when it turned night he still stared until he fell asleep right there in front of the painting.

When he awoke, he found himself inside the painting, he'd finally made it into his imaginary world. He was ecstatic. He ran through the fields as if there were no end. The young boy stumbled and rolled on the grass. He turned over on his back and laughed. Nothing could possibly ruin this for him, he thought, he was finally where he wanted to be, where he felt happy.

Outside of the painting however, the small boy was still there, still lying in front of the painting in his attic. He made no sound. He did not move. He just laid there in front of his perfect world.