This world of dew is a world of dew and yet, and yet
- Kobayashi Issa
Colour, they say, has no form. Then explain to me how something that's formless covers this room with its brightness. The sounds of happiness combined with the sights of the smiles written on people's hearts and faces lay testament to the joy that the occasion exuded. However, within all this sat a young teen in a corner. His handsome face coupled with a light brown hair caused all the girls to stare dreamily at him. But none could approach him. Why? You ask. He gave out a feeling of gloom. A dark aura that seemed to repel everyone that came close to him.
