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