I also imagined the complex underground ant caves, the small forests composed of dense bushes, the slow crawling or the dexterous flying bugs, and I thought that there was also a small and lively world.
Arthur became a mini-hero, and suddenly brought this enlarged small world to the grown-ups-alas, he has grown up, and the mystery that is precious to the world slowly disappears like this. But this time, I can finally see enough with my eyes wide open. Needless to say, the beauty of the picture is a rare fit with the childhood fantasy in my mind. When we were gradually obliterated behind us in our childhood, when we became tired of the world because of our height and the more we knew, it reminded us of what kind of short children we were once, and what rich imagination we have, facing this world. Eyes, with yearning, wonder, tension and joy.
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