Once upon a time there was a boy, a really good boy. One of those boys that always follow the rules, that never disobey or upset people. He was living in what we could call a “super-ordinary place”, where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened.
It was so normal that everything was expected, nothing inexplicable or fun, bad or crazy would happen.
Things where going so well in this normal place because its inhabitants wrote a big book of rules that everybody followed strictly. The book didn’t prohibit anything but it stated a long list of things to do, how to behave and conduct an ordinary life.

There was only one interdiction. It was stated in the book as follows: “never, never, never look up to the sky or it would be the end of the world as we know it; flames will be out of control, winds will start blowing from opposites directions, the sea level will rise and many unexpected things will happen”.

The boy was happy with his life, why would he jeopardise everything disobeying the most important rule? But he was really curious and he started asking himself unusual things: “where does light come from? What causes this nice feeling of warmth on my skin?”.
 Nobody asked these questions, or at least nobody was enough extraordinary and brave to find answers. Normality was more important than silly questions. The fear of the consequences was too big.