A peaceful moment of escaping the noise of the outer world to take refuge in your own inner night. Behind a tear in the endless blue surface, a man sleeps peacefully beneath a silver crescent moon with his knees pulled close. Perhaps a hidden sanctuary found by peeling back the layers of reality, or simply a safe haven created by a dreaming mind! Is solitude defined by losing oneself in the outer void, or by tearing open the sky to sleep peacefully in one's own darkness?