[Music] “...Where’s my cane?” Flashes in the night in a faraway place where the cherry-blossoms bloomed.   “Hello… Does anyone hear me? I’ve lost my cane…”   Like a haze and stuck in a feverish dream, he sees only cloud or grey smog. He feels so alone, so confused. There’s nowhere to run; he can’t even walk. The wound in his hip feels so fresh, so much more painful than ever before. A beam is seen in his peripherals.   A light appears in the darkness - a beacon for