One day, when the unseen inner storm ends, he will stop painting in grayscale and the hues, which were hidden behind the clouds, will outshine his lonely star. The sky, which is dark and melancholic, will become blue. And his world, which is dull and barren, will reveal everlasting blossoms as far as the eye could see... In him, that day, a beauty will outgrow his sadness that no storm could ever wither.
