The path paved with gravel stretched on and on, seeming to draw you into another world. Now and then, a few butterflies fluttered past Lan's camera, their wings intertwined. Once upon a time, Lan had run after those pale wings, making a clear, innocent sound like wind chimes. Walking along the little path, Lan rediscovered the years that had slipped away. What precious, fond memories. Lan slowly recalled everything here, so familiar, yet so strange.
