The room is black, there is a lattice on the window
The umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the prince
There is fog around and a guy with a psp near the escalator
On a wooden table there is a white mug with coffee and a bag of coffee beans
There is a motorcycle among the trees and the bright sun
A warrior in helmet, armor and chain mail. There is a tent in the background
On a white plate there is a cake with raspberries and powder