A locked moment between the unknown and curiosity, between observing and stepping inside. A figure standing at the top of the stairs, on the threshold of a giant keyhole, witnessing a cosmic eclipse barred by a cane. Perhaps the curiosity of an observer witnessing the phases of time, or perhaps a lingering wait on the edge of a dream that can never be entered! Is the essence to unravel the secret of the eclipse within, or to wonder in front of a door that remains locked?