Vivid Visions in Monochrome
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- "The world is so disdainfully gray, and yet I decide to reflect my art out of the world. So why are my paintings so full of color?" -
Beset upon barren lands was a curse to halt time. Out of nowhere an outcast--an anomaly in the system--appears. A nameless Painter. He had been painting for who-knows-how many years upon a field of flowers, and he was now set free. He roamed amongst the public, seeing everything yet unseen in some ways. Every time the Storm begun, everything around him was put to a sudden stop--everything except for him. Despite all this, The Painter pays no mind to what is around him--because he did not know his purpose in this world.
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