Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci are in heaven and everything is perfect, too perfect. Bored for eternity, they hatch a mad plan to escape the confines of this frustrating paradise and return to their mortal existence. Between two proclaimed geniuses, anything is possible and the possibility becomes as probable as it becomes problematic when they are able to return to Earth, but during the modern age way off their trajectory in San Antonio, TX. So begins their adventure. A quest to be challenged again, but they are then challenged by something which has always eluded them and becomes their final lesson which they never understood the first time around, love.

Once upon a time, there was this civilization that had this grand city. The city was situated in a lush, fertile location, which arced across the landscape in a crescent moon-like shape. This civilization was very orderly and efficient, which can be expected by any advanced society. To control the area, they also had a standing army to protect their borders and the city itself. Despite having all these practical denominators for survival and growth, they depended on a divine presence that shaped their existence. The metaphysical pulse of this civilization would be reaffirmed at every eclipse when the inhabitants of this city would either cower or praise, depending on their role towards their society, as the shadow of their god would descend upon them. Even when the shadow would pass, it would follow them throughout their daily routine and the choices they made. At first glance, you probably have an idea that I could be talking about the Middle East, that Cradle of Civilization known as the Fertile Crescent, and this marvelous civilization possibly being the Babylonians and the said city of Babylon. This civilization is actually not human at all, and it is not the Middle East which one finds on the globe. I was talking about a colony of ants in the middle of a backyard that chose to build their anthill in the proximity of a vegetable garden, and the god we speak of is a person tending the garden, which had such godlike abilities as providing rain when the garden hose was in its hand. It is all about perspective, and the ants have their perspective, which is just as valid through their own experience. Any creative endeavor usually takes this into account since originality is found by a juxtaposition of what is already there and connecting similarities from what is known to create something new.