Everything was so dull and disgusting...
The moonlight, the chirping insects, the sky, the clouds, the dew...
Colors, sounds, touches, people, thought waves...
Hate, bonds, order, love, chaos...
Truth, lies, reality, sin, deception...
All meaningless, all illogical.
There has never been any right or wrong, just as there has never been any fall or redemption. This world has never been distorted, for it has been utterly twisted from the very moment of its birth.
Since it has never had any 'original appearance', why not make it into a form that I prefer...
When the tumultuous noise become deafening, you are able to numb yourself, and get used to it.
Or perhaps, let it return to utter silence, that does not seem bad either~
Mo gently squatted down, looking at a small pink flower under the shade of the tree. He could feel its vigorous vitality, and it was because of this that it could grow tenaciously in this not so suitable environment.
