This is a new idea for a story I got one night while laying in bed, and is a small excerpt from the introduction chapter.
Blackbirds chatter and commute across an inky black sky, but there's no storm blowing in today, it's the sky's natural color. A pure white hand reaches out to pick an apple from a tree, but the apple is not green, not red, not even yellow, it is a deep gray. Where has all the color gone? The question is not where all the color has gone, it is rather when the color will come.
Pigmentum Medicus, a rapidly expanding number of people, starting out in a small town called Coloures have banded together to bring this color into their world of black, white and gray. But this isn't the first day of their existence, immidiately wishing to put the color back in; they have lived this way for thousands of years, awaiting the day when color would simply pop into existence.
That, however, did not happen at all. In the tunnels of their small, humble outcropping of buildings, a small bit of government for color formed, calling themselves the Pigmentum Medicus, "The Color Healers." There was no holy calling, no spiritual wonder asking for their contribution to the world, it was simply a cry for something new, and the people decided, together, that they were the ones to put color into this world.
I hope I am able to comment as past attempts have been futile! I think a lot can be learned from the deaf and blind community, those people have a limited experience in this world. Yet they find joy and peace nontheless. The rest of us should appreciate a plane overhead or an ability to see in living color! Complaining and acting as though we have been offended is selfish and nearsighted
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