A person, with long brown hair and a heart-shaped smile, walks through a deserted park on a dusty road. The words are simply "the world goes round and round." They don't follow the directions closely, but the boundaries between them seem to sway in the wind. The sound of car horns and chatter echoes through the park as they continue their journey down the street. However, the only way to solve the problem is a few empty arteries in the lane, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional call to the town that never sleeps.