Your World, Our Colors

"Then why do YOU think the color's gone if my idea was so silly huh?"
"I don't think your idea is silly at all. The theory that the gods are the reason behind the current condition of the world is a strong hypothesis. The only issue is it isn't one that can be easily proven in an academic sense. The gods have long since retreated from this world to inhabit their own realms. Their only real remaining connection is through their divine power channeled through their faithful and the occasional brief appearance to do... whatever it is the gods feel like they need to do back here."
"Then the answer's not as complicated as we thought. We can find a god and ask them. After all, you won't get any answers if you don't ask any questions and if anyone knows what's happened it should be the people that made this world to begin with."
"I don't want to get too close to the gods... You can't trust someone so powerful to not have some problematic ideas in their heads. If they're even a little bit like me then we're absolutely fucked."
"Firstly, language, but secondly... I agree with your caution. We can't just walk up to the god's domains, knock on their doors, and ask them a question that would somehow offend them and get us all killed."
"Alrighty, then it's settled! We can go find a god and you two can stand behind me! You're both small enough that I could probably hide you both behind my back~ You both are fine with it as long as you don't die right?"
"Then how about this. We should start with the most gentle, kind, and benevolent god there is amongst the Myriad Sanctity, The goddess of Light Aylona."