Two friends are walking on a footpath in a beautiful undergrowth. The trees are superb, the light is perfect. They walk in an amazed silence.
 
One of them catches sight of a small glade and suggests to walk to it and sit a little. The other remembers that it is forbidden to walk out of the footpath and reminds it to his friend.
 
But the first can't resist to the urge to lie down in this dense grass. He steps over the fence and start walking through the woods.
 
Suddenly, he feels that something is not right. He turns around and notices that the trees are on trestles, the leaves on which he is walking are made of plastic, the rocks of concrete... Everything was set so that it is not noticeable from the footpath, but from where he is, he can see that the whole forest is a fake.
 
He turns to his friend that stayed on the footpath and tells him about his finding. But the other replies that he must have lost his mind because, from where he is, the forest is marvelous. And upon that, he walks away, leaving his friend to his confusion.