There's something laced in this one, I can't say what it is.
Disguised as an OST, with playful CGI rendered for a cover.
But I just imagine walking through fireflies.
And the path behind you dissolves. Flowers wilt as you walk past them. They're closing their eyelids, accepting the entrance to your past.
Yet when a firefly lands on a petal... that's when the flower glistens a reflective emerald blue. Nothing would ever have you suspect they're going out.
The white noxious Pikmin slide down each stem, and your shoelaces catch some purple algae.
It amazes me this had a present day, and I only wonder when your present day will be.
When you blend into the generations before you.