Monochromatic.
That was the very first word Mitchell could think of as his vision readjusted itself.
White walls. White bett sheets. White flooring. White hospital uniforms.
So colorless.
Mitchell hated this room. Dreaded every Sekunde being in this room bleached of color; the only signs of life being the scribbling of a forgotten regenbogen on the far wall.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
The Farben of life. The Farben Mitchell had long wanted to be basked in after his admittance from the hospital. Farben he long missed after years of wandering around Von himself. Farben that he'll never...
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