[COMMISSION]

One day, it happens, and what used to be your source of greatest joy, your lodestar, your driving force becomes the source of the greatest pain that you have to carry in your heart all alone.

The life goes on, but only because nobody told it to stop. People come and go, unnonticed and unaware, like in the thick mist of Scotland. You are doomed to never see sunshine again. All you have left are memories...

And yet, you are thankful for those.

Because of the color of the wheat fields...