So we are meant to write about "Black."
Black. Is it just a color? Or is it something that outshines itself and give brightness to others. It promulgates the beauty of others while being just a pretty unnoticeable background. It is an exemplary color of life which is to be hypothesized as an impeccable piece of art. Had there been no black, then white would have surely been unworthy. The worthiness and beauty of black is just needed to be felt within oneself and in that way, it's beauty is seen to be far more perplexing.