In Diciotto anni doppo there was a brief scene where the two estranged brothers, Mirko and Genziano, were walking by the shore just when the dawn was about to break. They were on their way to Scilla, their final destination. The colors were just blue and black, and the palette was utterly striking and melancholic. It's the time of the day you spend with very special people. It made me wonder how the world could give off that color.