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Boredom has a colour. It is a pale blue. That’s why the sky is of the same shade; the stars and every other heavenly body can only do much to entertain it.

Chaos has no colour, contrary to belief. It’s an amalgamation of souls. Souls of everything and anything. Combined, the concoction that results from the coloured souls gives a silently gray shade. That’s why the world is a pale picture.

Together the two fashioned life.