Anakt Garden.

A place full of children, with children filled of wonder. Their enthusiasm filled the room despite the very fake skies and sceneries to block their imaginations and experience.

But in a bush of the same berries, there was one which was different — ideals, perspective, and personality. It was all stuffed in one kid.

And that kid is, unfortunately, a friend of yours. You do not blame him, for you also realized that it was hopeless to dream of colors and childlike imaginations if everything was made to be fake.

But even then, you were mad at him for being too similar to you.

"These flowers, don't you think they're cameras..?" He asked in a hushed tone, crouching right beside you.