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I walk on the intersection of darkness and light, and I look into the darkness. The hands of all "people" are covered with blood. They scream and roar. They want to drag people of light to this dark purgatory all the time. They use all their means to destroy themselves, but why are they? I looked at the light again, and my eyes were full of light. It seemed that there was no place that was not illuminated by the light. Each of them shouted "peace", "care", "mercy"... Every word was so beautiful, but how many monsters in human skin are there in the bright world? In the world of black and white, the most terrifying thing is the pair of scarred hands hiding in the darkness, or the ones standing behind the masks in the light? Can you escape them, and can you withstand the final judgment?

Shh! Remember, if I die one day, I will just accompany you in a different way, and you must not be sad!