You stumble half awake, half asleep into the morning mist in a forest in the mountains of Karuizawa, Japan. There is a small object emitting light, this object is not of man or nature, but a fusion of the two that eludes your predefined notions of classification. It breathes, it coalesces into gelatin, shines, blooms metallic leaves and withers away as you watch in astonished stupor. It becomes incresingly difficult to keep your eyes open as you slowly fade from consiousness.