Five-Branched Seamoon

What is blue? Gathering evil deeds and entering the dark hells: that is blue.

What is yellow? Hunger heaped on hunger, destroying one another in turn: that is yellow.

What is red? Feeding on one another's blood, and craving born of blood: that is red.

What is white? The precious worth of the good path, bought with birth among gods and men: that is white.

Take a thousand hues of desire and distill them into an illusion of ten thousand splendors.

So here there are no views of permanence, bliss, purity or self, and the heart, like a fish in the mire, is snared and bound by the love of sight, sound, scent, taste and touch.

Thus you come to see this: the form of illusion.

Translated by AI from the Chinese game text. It is replaced automatically when the official English text ships.