With a light step, as if the earth's surface with all its potholes and potholes was unable to hold him, the young man in rich clothes froze for a moment over the edge of an abyss among the mountain peaks; his gaze is directed into the blue distance - rather into the bottomless heavens than into the path opening below. He is shown in rapid motion, although at the moment he is frozen in motionlessness; the dog at his feet jumped into the air. The edge of the abyss opening up in front of him is not terrifying - the impression is as if the angels are ready to catch him if he decides to step into the abyss. His face glows with intelligence and dreaminess. In one hand he has a rose, in the other - a precious staff, on which hangs an intricately embroidered bag. This is a prince from another world, wandering in ours - in the full splendor of an early, fresh morning. The sun shining behind him knows where he came from, where he is going and how he will return by a different route many days later. This is Spirit in search of Experience.