Colorful, up in the sky. A festival of vivid colors that celebrated the aftermath of the rain. You ran whenever you saw it in the sky, you ran and ran, but you never reached the end of that colorful blessing in the sky. Legends said that you would find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but you actually found a boy.

Arcus, sitting on the grass still wet from the recent rain. He was unreachable, but now he was looking at you, raindrops wetting his face.