In a place not listed on any map, there lies a vast plain that only those who are lost can find. One day, a man arrived there in his parents' white car. The wind, the grass, and the sky were too vast to be real. A small child in the distance held a red balloon that floated lightly, contrasting with the stillness of the world. The wind stopped for a moment. The clouds seemed to hang motionless. Even the world seemed to wait. The man stared at the balloon for a moment. Something about it felt strange, yet also very familiar. That red color… like something he had once guarded with great care, and then somehow let go.