On his Burak, Sathar browse through the passage of time, the trajectory of the red, green and blue spectrums. Glittering colors arranged randomly like the andromeda galaxy, the colors of human feelings. Echoes of laughter and cries echoed around the universe. Memories stacked and overlapped to form an endless dark tunnel. In the middle of the journey, stood firmly a shining golden pyramid whose light pulsed like a heartbeat. Is it a place to pause and rest or a portal to the next odyssey? つづく