Once upon a time, there was a boy on earth, who grew wings and wanted to fly away. He wished to see the planet, he wished to talk to the stars; but the adults didn't think it safe and took his wings away.
They promissed to give them back once they thought him mature enough. They locked him in a tower, tall as the sky, so he could see the planet, so he could talk to the stars.
The years passed by though, and it seemed as he would never be mature enough. He saw the world, build and destroy, and the stars never answered his talk.
Adults noticed his loneliness, so they gave him friends, toys and cards. Adults considered him not illustrated enough, so they gave him maths, books, and maps. The boy played and read, but never cared enough to learn.
The boy wrote about a marcian princess, who didn't want to be from mars. He asked the adults to help her scape, and they said it was impossible for they couldn't fly that far away. The boy drew a golden forest, facing a purple sea. Adults said he was too grown to invent such things.
One day they gave him his wings back. Dusty and rusty they looked, and the boy gave a sad smile; he had forgotten how to fly.
