The sky is partially blocked by trees, and the trees are partly obscured by people. It's like life, always veiled in layer after layer. The presence of shadows doesn't mean there's no light sometimes, it's all about imagination.

An indescribable hue.

The malice that surfaces on the surface is like an unending stream of waves, but hang in there, there will always be an ebb tide, and the tide of democracy and freedom will soon rise.