It might seem odd that the year begins with something as random as an airport viewing gallery shot or something along the lines of a Project Zeta. But think of it as the end of the previous year 06', and moving on to a brand new year 07'. Somehow, the skies evoke a sense of renewal in the wake of a new year, pointing towards an infinite vastness that's filled with real possibilities that man-made artificiality simply cannot beat. And Who made the Skies? Why is it Blue? The science aside...but Who decided it'd be Blue in the first place?
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