The shadows of a hauntingly beautiful sky reflect the shadows, and as the sun sets, the sky transforms into a fiery red. As the person begins to climb onto a bridge, it stands on a concrete street, its path lined with tall buildings and towering skyscrapers. But then the figure emerges from the throng of the flora, holding his head in his hand, which his lips scream with an intensity that echoes across the faces of the deity. With a frenzy of shock and disbelief, the scene is alive with the sense of adversity and the scream that once crossed the sky, as if upon a infatuation with the reality of a dream.