At the grand celebration a few years ago, people were still immersed in the spectacular performances when a sudden fire turned the laughter and cheers into heart-wrenching screams. The cries in the crowd seemed ready to tear a dark rift across the sky. Crimson flames turned the pale blue sky scarlet, then dusted it with pale gray. Outside the flames, some desperately searched for a scapegoat. Within them, others shackled themselves with the chains of guilt. From that day on, no blooming flowers were ever seen along the road again, only thorns twisting across the way ahead.
Until one day, a youth dressed all in white walked in, carrying flowers...
Theme: Youth.
