Because the world begins and ends
As I briefly described once to someone who asked, "Il faisait fraise is the story of some friends who try to move the world so that it will never be winter and so they won’t ever have to be separated. It’s a sci-fi high school drama sequential doodle of mine."
Anyways, here is the beginning (and the end) of it:
The balloons bumped and squeaked against each other. The girl looked up at the floating bundle she held in her hand. Silver, pink, and robin’s egg blue bobbed against a pale grey sky.
"I can’t take you with me. I can’t take all of you with me. But how I wish I could. Actually—and you know this—I wish I could stay here with you." She waved to her friends in the distance. One or two saw her and waved back. She smiled.
Before going into the lobby, she stood out in the parking lot and relased the balloons into the sky one by one. She watched them float away, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the invisible sun.
Above, airplanes crisscrossed the dome of the world with white steam trails gradually diminishing in their wake.
"This is where our story ends."
