He is in the dark room. No one could disturb his space, which has been locked for last 10 years. Before he hid in this room, he used to be one of the best artists in the world. But a car accident changed everything. He lost his both arms, and that meant the end of his career. He thought his life was meaningless then. That's why he trapped himself in his narrow cell, running away from the world. However, on that day, with a dim sunlight shining between the curtain, something sparked through his mind. He walked to his canvas crusted with dust. Now he is going to start his art again.
He carefully held his brush with his foot, and dipped it into a pink paint bucket. However, he recognized that the pink paint was all dried. He tried it in several different colors, but they were also dried lifelessly. He couldn't handle his disappointment and anger. He threw his brush away, and it flew to his cat Hannah. She cried, and stared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry." For apology, he passed a can of tuna to Hannah. But as he opened it, he found the tuna was dried up also. "Damn! Nothing's usable in this room!" yelled the painter. Hannah indifferently walked away from the can.
While he was sitting on his sofa hopelessly, something peculiar started to happen. The sunlight from the window got brighter and brighter, and it filled the whole room. It was so bright that he couldn't even open his eyes -- it was a white-out. Everything fell apart, and he mindlessly traveled in the magical illusion. After a few minutes, he could barely have a vision in front of him. saw something in a blurry light, and slowly approached to see it; but he couldn't help feeling dissapointed again -- it was Hannah. Nothing wonderful, beautiful, or inspiring, but just his cat. He tried to kick her, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell.
When he woke up, he was lying on his room. He could discover his cat Hannah lying down on the ground. In front of him, there stood an opened tuna can, and Hannah. This wierd dream obviously changed something in his mind. Like the brightness he saw in the dream, he could feel his consciousness was also being lightened. That was the moment he realized the shocking truth that he have been ignoring for a long time -- It has been 9 years since he ran out of tuna cans.
He saw the tuna can which he thought was dried. It actually had nothing in it; it was an empty can, opened several years ago. He tried to recall the memory of the time he fed his cat for the last time, but he couldn't -- Hannah died long ago, but he kept believing that she did not. "It was all in my mind. Oh my god..." he murmurred. Then, he reached the thought that he himself is no different from his dead cat. He was also dying alone in the dark room, with a dried paint buckets instead of tuna cans.
"No, I can't live like this anymore." He felt his heart beating again. In the warm sunlight, pink paint slowly started to melt. He stepped to his canvas again, and picked up his brush with his foot. A new life is about the start.
