A man who fears the sky for some indefinable reason, and stays out of the open as much as possible.
Dying at last in a room with short curtained windows, he finds himself over an open plain..and empty void heaven. Slowly into this heaven there arises a dreadfull infinite face, a face from which he can find no refuge, since apparantly, all of his senses have been merged into the one sense of sight.
Death.. for him..
is the eternal moment in which he confronts the face.. and knows why
he has always feared the sky