The Five Worlds

“What looks like a mother taking care of her baby? Love or mother? What feels like my mother’s cuddle? So many words to describe the image of mother! ” I scratch my head in order to think. “The first one must be ‘Mother’.” I shout it surely and confidently. Therefore, nothing happen, so I know I am correct in the first question and I need to continue the second question. “ What looks like a spotless white quit? What also sounds like a bird flying over a lake? It’s like a word to describe a feeling of empty. En... Let me think... ”
I look at sky. “The answer is White! ” While I say the words, the stone starts moving. I am nerves but waiting patiently. Then the stone just fall downs as I think it will move away.