Alice

A master and a disciple are travelling at night.

The moon is dim and the thick fog refuses to leave tonight.

To get to the other side, they must tread pass an abandoned cemetery.

"Master, I think I hear something..."the disciple speaks.

The Master makes no reply.

"Master, I think I see something..." fear is beginning to feel real for the disciple.

The Master remains quiet.

"Master! I see a ghost in front of me! Blocking my way!" frozen at his steps, the disciple screams.

This time, the Master turns around, still not a word, takes out a rather large, empty glass jar from his sack. The disciple throws a quick glance at the jar and at that moment, he hears his Master's words - Look, Light...and in that instant, the jar is filled with moving light particles, colliding and merging into countless fireflies, escaping from the jar and filling up the dark sky. 

The fog is gone.

The Master and the disciple finally reach the other side.

"How can I do the things you do, Master? The disciple asks.

"You just did, go on, make another reality...but without me this time." Poof, the Master is gone.

In an empty space, the disciple begins to understand his true power of participation.