The small mountains are lush, full of texture and relief, as if to signify the richness of life in all its diverse creation. Landscapes in bright colors stand out against the large areas of black sky. Here, the skies have lost their blue color. They are no longer the realm of the gods. They remain opaque to the gaze of men, darkened by unanswered questions and the secrets they hide. But perhaps we should not be mistaken about the meaning of existence: the starry night, far above the blue-tinted mountain, remains out of reach, cut off from men by the silver ray. Whereas the golden ray that dives onto the small green mountain indicates that the essential takes place down here.

The small mountains are full of colors, like treasures. The sky is black, like the color of mystery and secrets. When we are on earth, we like to look at the stars and think that maybe it's better somewhere else. But a big silver beam makes a barrier between the stars and the mountain. This means that the real magic happens here, on earth. The golden beam shining on the little green mountain shows us that what is important is not in the sky, but on the mountain, in life, right next to us.