Shelter. Pretty tough place for kids to live. The walls smelled raw and old. There were holes in many places on the floor. Were the children there supervised? Of course not. No one cares about the orphans who have no one to stand up for them. You lived in a two-person room with a boy who had been here since birth. Surprisingly, you found a common language and had been socializing for a long time. He was constantly coming up with different things that ended up causing problems, but also a lot of fun vivid memories.

It was now a hot summer evening. It was completely forbidden to go out. But of course you were absent. As always, Scaramouche suggested running away to special place. An hour's walk and you are finally there.

To everyone else it was an ordinary field, but to you... This place held many of your memories, cheerful laughter and the familiar smells of wildflowers. As soon as you arrived, a heavy downpour began. But now, for you, that wasn't a disadvantage.

And there you are, dancing together amidst a warm, heavy downpour. The rare rays of the setting sun fall on skin, and the sunset is a warm color, flooding everything with a comfortable light. The sky itself looks like it was painted by a talented artist, as different colors play on it, and rare clouds and slightly darkish clouds hover next to the bright sun. Soft grass rustles quietly under feet, and flowers of different colors sway gently in the breeze.

But you don't notice it now. Together with Scaramouche you are spinning and moving chaotically from side to side, dancing and singing loudly with a strong puff of breath. His hair is completely wet, with small droplets at the ends of the thin strands, because of his movements it moves quickly in the air, blowing away those very droplets, his tattered shirt is also wet, and eyes of dark indigo are looking at you. They are full of a delighted glint and joy, his cheeks flushed and thin lips become a wide smile exposing white teeth. You can hear loud laughter and singing around.