After spending another hour talking about random things basking in the calm silence Azira gasped pointing at the sky, "It's here."

Yuta looked up in awe, "The sunrise..." He mumbled slowly, the sky slowly shifted from the dark vague shade into a bright serene painting. deep and mellow yellows, striking light shades of violets, and specs of pink and orange formed themselves into the painting called Sunrise.

The sun the painter, the blue sky the canvas as it paints itself with gold and dark colors. dandelion, dark orchid, vermillion the colors used to paint the canvas. The same canvas that had them staring in awe.

"The sunrise is so pretty," Azira mumbled quickly taking a picture for memories. Little did they know the sunrise meant the start of something new.