What is "Owning"?
Taking you back to the original heart of possession.

A boy who loves to draw lives with his grandmother in modest circumstances. One day, he sees a brand-new set of 24-color oil pastels at a stationery store. He works hard for the pastels he has been longing for, wanting to obtain his beloved prize through his own efforts. He cherishes the new crayons so much that he is reluctant to even use them, but then they are accidentally dropped and broken... Can the boy, left only with broken pieces, continue to draw happily? What does it truly mean to "own" something?