There Were Never Flowers, There Was Fire!

As you travel into the unknown, you will return with something completely different from what you expected. You will find it easier to understand what previously seemed incomprehensible. On the carousel of life, we spin color at a speed that makes hues merge into elusive white. At night, in dreams, we head to the northernmost spot for an extraordinary light extravaganza, drawn, where the eyes laugh only in the company of the face. What happens when we attempt to separate individual colours?