White

This is a silent world, without a trace of sound. This is silence outside of space and time. This kind of silence is the kind of silence where you can even hear the sound of blood flowing, the kind of silence where even the heartbeat that proves you are alive becomes a noise. Silence, such silence, as if breathing is a blasphemy to this silence, as if living is an insult to this silence. This kind of silence is not frightening and eerie, nor is it eerie silence, nor is it despairing silence. This kind of silence is the belonging that everyone longs for but can never get in the deepest part of their heart. In this peaceful world, there is pure white that cannot be desecrated, without a trace of dirt, pure and white that has never been contaminated by any dirty and ugly things. This is the highest white that cannot be pursued by any natural efforts. Everyone living in the world is pursuing lascivious things, money, fame, status, beauty... Those nihilistic things make everyone hide a trace of darkness in their hearts, so everyone cannot get absolute whiteness, so the more they can't get, the more they yearn for it. People always regret after losing something and at the end of their lives, and then they understand what they want and cherish most. Whiteness without impurities and pollution; tranquility without any manipulation of material desires. Everyone longs for this kind of tranquility and pure whiteness that transcends the limitations of the world and external objects. However, no one can really give up the temptation of the world, so people are still struggling hard, pursuing hard, and reincarnating in their destiny in this world full of sin. Intention: