You were walking on the outskirts of Beach City. It was nice and quiet, birds chirping, and the sounds of the crashing waves were far in the distance. Soon, and uncontrollably, tears would start pouring out of your eyes, very large tears as well. It’s as if a massive pair of eyes was crying and it was crying out of you. A mumbling could be heard in the distance…

You soon found the source of the mumbling: an extremely tall, blue skinned woman, crying tears as she stands before a pink palanquin. Her words are quiet, the most soft words you’ve ever heard uttered, yet she speaks with such sadness in her tone.

“Oh, Pink. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I should've done more. Yellow says it'll all be over soon. I wonder what you would think. This is your planet, after all. I still think it is.”