In the silent universe, a gigantic satellite spirals along its predetermined trajectory, locking onto the Yingzhou Islands in the Northwest Pacific, then to Tokyo, renowned as the world's foremost metropolis in the heart of the Kantō Plain, and even to Shinjuku District.
From a distance of twenty thousand kilometers, the entire fifty-six hectares of the Shinjuku Imperial Garden can be seen, vendors selling glow sticks, couples taking pictures under cherry blossom trees, women soothing crying babies, old men feeding fish by the pond, and a boy climbing the steps, his silhouette disappearing behind the red torii.
