I hate the color white. I was praised by my mother for being white like the pure snow, but everything I saw was ashy gray. And now, my mother is the same.
There is no color in my world. Any who dare come close have the color erased from their lives, reduced to nothing but ashes in the end. Why have I continued to live on in this world?
I came to understand everything. A strange being that controlled the very heavens — a strange figure with ash-colored skin. That being is me. I exist to bring about destruction to this world.