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Purple

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Reads 18,503
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Parts 22
Time 2h 59m

aldenrichards aldub dystopian kalyeserye maichard mainemendoza richardfaulkersonjr war

Purple - a color intermediate of Red and Blue. A mix of courage and empathy, of intelligence and passion.
Blue - a feeling of sadness, of pure calm.
Red - a strong emotion of love but of rage as well.

One is pure blue, the other surging red. Together they make shades of purple.

It was a time of blue and red, of unrest and bliss.All Rights Reserved

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Fragment: The Color Out of Space

The first time I saw the color, I thought it was a sign that things were going to work out. How could I not see those vibrant purples and cobalt blues framed in a swirling aura of chimerical colors lighting up the rumbling midnight storm clouds as a bad thing? How was I to know then that this color composed of many, but still one, was an omen while the world around us burned? That it wasn't to be our rainbow from God signaling our salvation from the madness that consumed those outside our borders? That the hues I failed to recreate with my crayons and pencils on the floor of my brother's cabin would twist and corrupt everything bathed in its light?