The blazing sunlight sharpens the edges of every object and forces a deep green into every leaf. The clear sky is immeasurably high, clearly wearing the color of azure—yet even that azure melts into a blinding glare under the intense light. Heat haze rises from the asphalt, making the world shimmer like waves; the downpour of light is so vivid that even the shadows grow dark, and the clouds drift across the sky, leaving only a white silence without cooling the world in the slightest.

Standing in the middle of it all, your hair flutters strand by strand in the wind, and the sunlight breaks along its texture. The smile spreading across your face, as if you've heard something funny, is more dazzling than the summer sun, and it is only then that he realizes. He has been swimming in a swamp called love. A swamp where struggling only pulls him deeper. A swamp that makes him willingly forget even the thought of escaping.