Before storm, colors pop up.

Crack in The Sky.

Out line and Light.

Gascogne Golf .

It's always a storm in the sky,

whatever he is doing.

He's always looking to be a beast and i.

As the fear grows, the tears start shining.

A sneaky wind rises and blows, crispy nails and goosebumps.

—you'd better run, or finally, you call the wild.

It's what he was meant to be.

Wild.