Just watching a movie, and it made me think of something.

In elementary school, there was occasionally a book corner where you could borrow books. I took one that was like a comic, very thin, filled with pictures.

What interested me wasn't the content or the drawing, but a kind of warm sunlight the author expressed.

But I couldn't see it in the real sun. Later, I realized this thing never appeared in reality. No matter how warm the sun was, how green the trees next to it were, the world doesn't operate that way.

The world is without color.