She is crying in the darkest corner of the park when a gentle hand lightly touches her sunflower colored tattooed shoulder.

"What's troubling you child?" Came a soft voice.

"I'm afraid." Deep anguish in her voice.

"What are you afraid of?" Comforting voice, soothing her.

"I will lose vibrant colors in my paintings. I will never be like Van Gogh anymore." Crying pitifully, declaring her fears.

"Child, colors can't only be seen in rainbows. Even in this darkest corner lies a beautiful black and that's all the colors of the rainbow combined as one," he said.

"I am going blind."