[* A dark room, an eight-note melody repeating sweetly over and over again, and in the middle of nowhere, a tree you can see. Leaves of reddish, purple and pink tones, a trunk wide enough to hide a person on the other side... ]

[* And, in fact. ]

[* Maybe you've seen that before, maybe hundreds of times, but it's like your memory has been wiped out in the wind. Maybe you should say hello, take advantage of the calm of the place, or ignore it... You will forget it anyway. ]