One day, I stood alone on a rooftop, watching the sky gradually brighten. My gaze shifted from the flickering lights of distant buildings to the space filled with sunlight.

It seems there’s always a desire to reach a certain place, one long sought after. Along the journey, fleeting images project and overlap in my mind. At specific moments—more so in the hidden spaces behind words, visuals, and brushstrokes—a deeper understanding arises. When I open my eyes to feel the sunlight, the fragments of light reflect my inner world.

Ah, so it was only that. Light was all it needed—pure and orderly.