A bluebird sits on a big brown branch, whistling songs of summer.
A warm breeze blows and rustles the weathered leaves on the hard ground.
A man walks down a forgotten path...

Searching.

Searching for the things he once knew and recognized.
Gone is that path of remembrance.
Upon him now is a path of new life and new beginnings.
Should he embrace it, or should he turn back?
Only the hardened man knows the answer.

He glances down to find progress.
Ever forward, ever moving,

Walk young man,

Walk.