You find an old book covered in dust by an old closet, and it’s a tale about a person that traveled all around the globe, embracing the scenery and exploring everything in it, that person knows that they are going to feel nostalgic about their journey at some point, they know how valuable time is and they are still willing to spend most of their lifetime alone as they continue with their travel. The person is headed to a certain destination and they start to discover their own path when they start to identify unfamiliar colors.

One day they’ll grow up like the trees they passed, they will realize that blood does have its way after all that time and with that they will be able to see the world in a new light, a light that is full of color and joy. It was the moment of self realization and with that they will always be reminiscent of their lonely travel.