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