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