When you first stepped in, your color was black. a world of infinite dawning and mirror of night. each footfall, you seemed to shift colors; your patterns intricate, like a snowflake. from here, the moon was robbed and day brought to life. the thief that he was, your color turned a dull, shackled orange; the words shot back into your mouth. i could taste the lies, but just as sensation was applied, we were stripped down and burnt alive. you notice that now, the world around you is but a burning red.
spiralling deeper into the wound
i taste the cherry scent of sweet
experience
but not before character was removed
