Red.
The color that crept onto her cheeks in utter surprise and shyness. The color that stained her lips as her teeth mercilessly sunk into it in anticipation of her inevitable fate. The color she wishes to be adorn with, in the form of marks and ribbons.

A beautiful face fades—wrinkles surface and it decomposes along with the body once one’s borrowed time is done. A beautiful mind doesn’t. Ideas from such a mind endures the test of time, and is immortalized through art, literature and research.