An accident left her soul struggling in darkness. The broken string glowed golden under the spotlight, shattering the colorful screen of her life, leaving nothing but black and white. Dots of black and white, patches of color. Meeting him again and getting to know them added a sprinkling of color to her almost black and white life. On the shadow tree, flowers were blooming, red as bright as fire; under the fire shadow tree, she played to her heart's content, for the people under the soil, for the people holding an umbrella for her, and for herself.