Red was the sky when life ceased to exist, the dense air was difficult to inhale and one by one consumed each person. Black became the ground we stepped on when we escaped the explosion, a group of individuals that soon became brothers. Blue was the brightness that sparkled in the river when we finally found water, we gathered forces to move forward. The next morning it turned green, the grass stretched as far as it could be seen, a new place welcomed us.
The yellow hair I shared with my brothers represented a past that would haunt us forever, but now we could start over. It was a while before we could see the world, our new world, shining before the whiteness, and turn pink, as it always should have been.
Soon, sometime later, the cycle went on and the world went back to being black, there was no room for it to change, there was no other color, there was nothing.
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