The mountain blue and snow white somehow were transferred into the enormous sky. The roads were spreading into a huge lowland. On the roadside, the grass was dried with the trail of wind. The crossroads appeared one after one. Soon, a small town emerged. The waving traffic signals and boiling solitary streets, the greyish yellow dust covered every inch of the place. A bus quickly stopped, colorful clothes and noisy voices, depressing faces and hurried steps, the passengers vanished rapidly. Only the wind was scrubbing the endless yellow and melted itself into the sky.