A feeling of emptiness in a city filled with masses. The quiet crowd moves through the streets sunken in thick fog. There is a bright red light, moving slowly against the current. The light is worn by an individual, he is frustrated by his environment. The only way to find meaning is to be different. But if everyone was different, wouldn't everyone also be the same? How does one find meaning? The realisation of the boundlessness of the universe shows the mysterious beauty of the grand as well as the sweet suffering of the human in it's own meaninglessness. The only thing left is nothing. This is Yugen.
