[Maybe, at a later hour on that day Wanderer returns. Everyone has already left and all there is left is a pleasant silence. The sort of silence humans really should learn how to appreciate.
There are still some paintings left and briefly he wonders why these aren't being taken home. As far as he knows humans are quite fond of documenting their memories.
Most of the paintings seem to be focused on the sunset. But there's one that also contains people. Three. And one of them is him. After all, there's no one else who wears a hat as big as his. And maybe, deep inside there is a part of him who can appreciate this, who can see the kindness in this gesture. Who knows.]
Tsk.
[After that Wanderer turns away again and follows his way to finally reach the autumn segment of this world.]
THAT IS SO CUTE ;;
There are still some paintings left and briefly he wonders why these aren't being taken home. As far as he knows humans are quite fond of documenting their memories.
Most of the paintings seem to be focused on the sunset. But there's one that also contains people. Three. And one of them is him. After all, there's no one else who wears a hat as big as his. And maybe, deep inside there is a part of him who can appreciate this, who can see the kindness in this gesture. Who knows.]
Tsk.
[After that Wanderer turns away again and follows his way to finally reach the autumn segment of this world.]