I have been groping, groping in front of what the world looks like. Is it black, white, void, or what else? I lost myself in the darkness. I see a long and inviolable pole from a distance, being approached by ghosts. It is sacred that upheld by preyers, gradually becoming an indelible "belief," constantly growing at will.
We are like two magnetic poles, seemingly identical but vaguely repulsive. As I am standing in the darkness, watching ghosts gather. We used to be so much alike can still fish in troubled waters into spiritual belief again. I want this pole to destroy, liberate ghosts, give free souls back to them, and let themself become their own faith. But I couldn't do it because I have no equal power to confront, but at least I can live for myself.
I began to grow, I don't need to become someone's faith like you, and I don't care what you think of me. I am who I am, so what can you do to me? I was attracted to you in the past because I was like you somehow. Still, we actually are different because I’m the brightness inherently.
I wake up and slowly open my eyes. Looking at my fingerprints again. Then I realized the fingerprint was the entrance that I had fallen into the magnetic hole in the previous. The supporting ghosts are Murmurers. People are always willing to believe what they want to think, but is it indispensable to pursue?
To pursue light in life, we must first thoroughly gaze at the hard reality called shadow in front of us, and in order to transcend it, we must muster the courage to move forward.