At some point, the darkness that arose from the bottom of my heart gathered together, turning the darkness into a bottomless abyss.
In that abyss, he was always looking at the light.
There is no darkness or evil, and there is always a pure and holy existence. Finally, the man realized his existence.
He sneered in the dark, mocking the faith of light.
Does Buddha really exist? Looking down at the world from above, he brings vague and vain hope to the ignorant people who believe in him, but they don't know that having hope is the greatest disaster.
But darkness never denies that there is hope in his heart.
He wanted to have hands that could caress the things he loved.
He wanted to have a body that could severely stain that light.
Now he had it, the person he wanted to touch was beneath him.