In a dark room colors seem to be fiction. The one who lives in the light, shall never understand the merciless tormentor who tells us the stories of the skies, the stars and the flowers that bloom outside our world.

We can only imagine how beautiful it is to be nothing under the rays of the drowning sun, to be a naive romantic seeing the glimpse of a half moon and to welcome the bright light again like a child running into the arms of his father.

But in a dark room colors seem to be fiction