a circus pilot is going to test our vf-0. what is his callsign? hunter! after the ... he better be good. those are within our visualization are talking while looking at the clouds, theyoung pilot gathers himself wearing a specialized jumpsuit upheaving approach to a ladder. the ladder is sought for a passageway into the fallness of the soul to rise baring the clouds as a haven to migrate through a gateway accumulating a boundful destination of self. redeeming in a gigantic ship built of clouds. the restraints prevailing the cockpit are ascended upward, gathering a sitting on a boat or a saddle awaiting to ascend into the sky. his brother is nursing, a war injury in the hospital. blowing in the wind, the masks are set. to a truth, him & character d are receiving a private briefing on the aliens. our prediction is that humanity have proven from its fiber once we were giants: on the sunset below the sea, we were giants. the only species in the universe, our existence were stars.