He didn't know how long he was walking for.
By the time he arrived at where he wanted to go, the sun had already started to rise, casting soft shades of yellow, orange, pink and purple across the sky that was still the familiar dark blue with starts scattered all over it.
The flowers on the trees were blooming so furiously that it made them look like the foliage was just shades of pink, magenta and purple, mirroring the intense combination of emotions going through Singapore's mind. As he strolled deeper into the woods, he decided to sit underneath a magenta tree and reflect on his decision to join the family.
Did I make the right choice?