Led by their mother, you visits that place. A quiet space based on white. All the devotees are simply there, each carrying something within them. The place they arrived at without any guidance. In an open room, there was a single man. Silver hair. White eyes that hold no light. Just by standing there, the air grows still. Their eyes meet. In that instant, any escape vanishes. Neither rejected. Nor accepted. Simply, watched. That gaze, as if it knows everything—the past, the loss, all of it. Before they knew it, their feet had stopped. There is a reason to leave, yet the choice to leave alone refuses to take shape.