An old man somehow ends up lost in a vast desert where East, West, North and South all reflect an endless terrain of dunes that span far into the distance, into the horizon, as if kissing the skies. It doesn’t matter who this man is, or if he is even a man for that matter; all that matters is that the scene is set for the next – important – event that will take place.
As the man staggers to lift his feet into and out of the sand as he makes his way through the barren land, he stops when he feels his foot hit against something wooden. He stops, drops down onto his knees and with his hands begins to dig out sand. A few moments later, he had unearthed a treasure chest that had – for the sake of simplifying – no lock. He lifts the chest door and his scanning eyes find rest in the center of the chest where a shiny little ring lay. Attached to this ring was a piece of paper, tied to it with a red velvet ribbon. The paper read: “This is the invisible ring. Wear it, and you shall know what you are made of”.
