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Once upon a time, a boy has been born inside a white room.

The room is entirely pure white, so much that one can not find out anything out of place within it.

It is beautiful and ethereal, just like how the delicate white usually symbolizes with.

But, that is, until when the boy grows up and be entirely exposed to it.

It was his first time, the first time his feelings had been trampled cruelly and mercilessly.

He cried at first, but nobody came afterward.

He found that it was instinct, not logic.

He lost his hope for his future, lost his own identity to the title "The Masterpiece".

This white room was a cage for him, not a home even to begin with.

But then, that fact only lasted until he first set his sight toward the light outside.

The 'world' outside is also no less better than the place he was staying. It can be much more challenging, or perhaps just a bigger cage for him.

However, he still chose to give himself in.

Even until now, he hasn't recognized yet. The reason why he wanted to go outside.

He is born to create miracles, but not for himself.

And only god knows it.