The Mystery of Ferns
(Kirk Kulok Siri)

It is said that, at the end of one’s life, every man goes to the garden he has looked after as if he was expected there… Or it might be a dark forest which grew without his help. The trees and the bushes will be both known and unknown to him.
Crossing that forest will allow him to go further, where the echo is crystal clear. He will have one last question to ask an unknown blade of grass among millions of leaves : “Why ?”