"The tone of black and white makes the world fall into three colors.
The unknown thing split the world in half, as did the door in front of me, as if whichever foot I opened the door first would determine the kind of life I would have.
Looking back, I can see a bunch of black and white scattered together. Everything, including the sky above me, is equally divided into two halves.
My eyes were as troubled as my thoughts, and I hesitated to move forward. "
I can't think of any other better name, but I chose it seriously.
Hope someone likes it.
Updates will be made every week as much as possible, with occasional bursts (I am telling myself this)
Purpose: Love is an immortal poem in the literary world.