In the throes of manic episodes, colors seem to radiate with heightened brilliance, as if the world itself is a vivid painting brought to life. Negativity dissipates, replaced by a sense of alignment and harmony that permeates every fiber of your being.

But as with all things, these episodes eventually fade away, giving way to the shadowy embrace of depression. It is during these moments of melancholy that a lingering desire takes hold—an ache to relive the euphoria, to once again dance in the kaleidoscope of colors that briefly illuminated your world.