When I finally meet you, on a day I can’t predict / When we finally become a “we”
So I won’t just pass by you / So I can recognize you / Please stay that way

Remus stands in an room, opulent and garishly furnished in the exuberant style of the baroque and its rococo extension. Light filters in from the windows through curtains that obscure the view. Remus goes about his day interacting with various objects around the room but it's obvious he's restless. He walks and acts stiff and there are strings wrapped tight around his arms like a marrionette. He lounges on the sofa but that doesn't feel right. He leafs through a book by a big antique bookcase but the pages are blank. He arranges a bowl of fruit just so even though they're obviously plastic. He fixes himself up in a mirror that has been completely painted over in lilac, righting his shirt just so, fixing his hat just so, but it's obvious that it doesn't quite fit. His clothes are too dark and don't fit right, they stand out against the rest of the room. He stands out against the rest of the room.

Suddely one of the windows blows open and a magpie lands on the sill, which he quickly shoos away and desperately shuts the window back up. There's cuts of him nailing the window shut with pastel planks. Cracks start to form on the walls but Remus grabs a paint bucket and desperately paints over them as they appear.

Then the door opens, letting real bright light spill onto the scene. Five magpies can be seen outside, staring intently at him. Remus approaches, his expression cautious and a little scared, but he finds his strings don't let him venture far enough to actually step outside of the room. All he can do is look at the outside, and a distinct blue sky can be seen outside of his little prison. He looks back at his room and then turns his gaze to the strings. Carefully he pulls and breaks one, leaving angry red marks where they used to be. He waits for the sky to fall on him but nothing happens. He breaks the others, looking almost mesmerized by the possibility. 

After breaking his strings he very cautiously steps outside. There are still angry red lines where the strings used to be, and he rubs them as he looks around. He's in an empty street, the sky above him is a bright blue and he squints against the sun. Seven magpies fly overhead, coming from the south, and Remus tries to follow, but in his caution he’s too slow and he loses sight of the birds.

While lost, Remus finds an empty rundown doorway. Above it is a rough engraving that resembles two heads attached to each other, each facing the other way. He enters cautiously into a room that looks as shabby inside as the building did outside. There is a single mirror in the center of the room. On the wall behind it is a closed door with ignis aurum probat carved roughly above it. There's nothing elegant about the room, a stark contrast to the one he was in before.

He approaches the mirror, and for the first time he really sees himself, standing in dark dirty clothes that don't fit, with angry red lines still prominent on his arms. The mirror image shows someone entirely different: he has soft pink hair instead of the dark brown, his clothes are light and pastel with the sleeves pushed up to his elbow, and the red lines are soft and almost entirely faded. The dark Remus touches his mirror image with shock and wonder. He glances at the lines on his arms and, after a moment's hesitation, rubs at them and they fade just a little. The camera circles around the mirror and when it comes back around the pastel Remus is standing outside and the dark Remus looks back from the mirror. Then the door opens.

Remus passes through, and on the other side there is a huge lighthouse standing on a cliff. Eight magpies land on the railing at the very top, looking down at him. He enters the lighthouse and climbs all the way up the circular stairs to the top. He is noticeably freer in his movements and expressions. There's nothing of that cautious mouse left as he runs up the stairs without abandon, sometimes skipping multiple steps to get to the top. The camera focuses on the top door from the outside as Remus throws it open and steps onto the platform, the red lines on his arms completely gone now. There's a huge smile filled with wonder on his face as he looks at the horizon, though we can't see it as the camera focuses solely on his face. He leans on the railing and smiles, content at what he is seeing as the last words of the song play.