Kozume Kenma

When dreams piled up on the haziness of the exhausted minds, when lies told to a thousand override the well-kept truth, when reality is too harsh to make a person stray away from their rightful paths, only ashes will remain.

A war between Black and White, dominating the spectrum, burning every color that made everything alive. But then the unexpected happened, the colors swallowed up by Black and vomited by White bent and twisted, and they painted the war zone back to life.

Harmony came back, and Black and White stays at the rightful ends of the spectrum.