——The color is that indescribable undercurrent, they hold hands and surge through season after season. As we ran side by side across the beach, we clearly heard the sound of bouncing. When the waves dispersed and the waves calmed down, there were colorful pearls and shells forming an eternal and confusing bottom.
Byakuya Kuchiki fell asleep and woke up again. His dreams were of monotonous and bright colors. They are never close during the day, but they are also elves ready to move in the dark night. Seireitei's uniform white walls and yellow tiles, accompanied by the messy walking that never uses a compass, the same rhythm of the picture frame by frame, so there is a mixed rhythm of the close contact between the blue-gray earth and the yellow and white bricks and tiles. When you have free time, you can look at the sky. The clear black pupils are filled with heartbreaking blue, and occasionally there are clouds. He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look, but the nightmares penetrated into his mind everywhere, surging and lingering, as if they were trying to seep out of the individual Kuchiki Byakuya the unstoppable and heart-shaking desire.
——White.