Silfur has been residing and reflecting in solitude for an eternity in an old abandoned space hangar, drifting through the cosmos. It's a beautiful view from the top of the space hangar! Every morning, Silfur walks towards the edge of the loading dock and throws little things off. Like worn parts, bottles and screws or whatever he finds lying around. It's become a habit, a part of his meditation, a way to start the day. He listens to the sounds they make on their way down and follows with his eyes 'til they burn up and leave behind a silver tail. He goes through all this so he can feel happier up here all alone!
