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