If apparent depth is merely a veil, how real is the truth concealed beneath it? A gentleman on a deserted shore lifting the ocean like a piece of fabric to reveal a bitten green apple left underneath. The waves are nothing more than a grand illusion of vastness; beneath them rests the forgotten relic of knowledge, curiosity, and original desire. Does one peel back the mantle of nature out of pure wonder, or to reclaim the traces left behind?