Summer is crimson, and spring's blue was but a fleeting moment. Everyone fears the past and the future, burying themselves as they live each day. Yet they still move forward, toward a place reachable only by a one-way ticket. What lies before them is an all-too-ephemeral daily life. The dreams of summer days turn into scents, lingering not in memory but in the air. This was created as my university graduation project. Though it is an amateurish work born of self-study, I hope it offers you a taste of a dreamlike state. My sincere gratitude to everyone involved!