The colour of the world had faded. All was a shade of black, white, or grey. It was as though the very concept of any other colour had been ripped away from this piece of reality. From this particular place. Torn away. Thrown away.
All was faded here. Yet, the world here was beautiful. It was mesmerising. It was enchanting. It could drive to insanity. The grass was grey, but it was soft and inviting nonetheless. The crashing of the waves against the rocks produced no sound whatsoever.
All that was here was simply silent. All that was here was born in the dark. All that was here had been forgotten elsewhere. All that was here had found a hand outstretched to them at their lowest. All that was here had found love in its purest form…
