The Void

This is a desert on the threshold of death. I think it's somewhere underground - but not deep. And around it - emptiness.
You see how cold and still it is here, how desolate. But this is not yet your death. That awaits below, in the cold, when the last drop of color leaves your soul. We call it Absolute Death. Remember this always - here in the Void, nothing is more precious than Color. Color is life. It is our food, our strenght, our hope. It is the Essence and meaning of our suffering. And now yours. To tame color you must transform it through a beating heart. A spirit must fill his hearts with collected color to support life within himself. As time passes in the Void, Color will grow and flow into you. You can use this color to touch the world around you, because here it is Color that gives life. Take some Color from your memory, and fill your heart with it.