"Oh you kings of the middle level, you stars of the interregnum - such power you hold in this dream that is older, more tenacious"

Zenith and Nadir were friends.

Nadir was a Moroccan boy of lowly origins. Zenith was a giraffe, with soulful eyes.

Their friendship blossomed. They walked tall among the trees.

But Zenith grew slowly taller. And there was Nadir, sucked back to his origins...

A friendship of the earth and sky. Could one touch the other?

Zenith could not find Nadir. She searched high and low, she hobbled. The tears rained down.

Nadir had Zenith, held fast in his dream. In this dream, everything was equal. Everything had collapsed.