The bound soul began to resist, and it began to become slowly agitated. It wanted to get closer, closer, closer to the white light. It wanted to run freely and freely with the wind to feel the temperature of the wind. The birds in the sky, the wild deer in the forest, and the fish in the sea seemed to be calling it. It loved those things. It is a natural thing. Over the years, the only things that have comforted it are the sunlight that occasionally penetrates into the body and the wind that blows through it... But now it can no longer just be satisfied with this. Maybe it is greedy. It wants more, more, so it starts to struggle. Struggling, it begins to slowly turn blue...