Brilliant, the bright blue sun as it shone over leaves of green. Brilliant, along the cascading sky of red, of orange, like a sea of blood upon which sprouted little yellow flowers. Blotches of them, like on a canvas, careless blotches scattered about scarcely identifiable branches of crimson, almost at one with the sky behind. Fresh green leaves, marked the stems, led up to the flowers and was about the only color starkly different from the world that it was. Apart from the sun, which was blue, a gigantic hue of blue gasses that cooled the surroundings. It was the ground that was hot, that oozed lava, red and livid across fields. And yet, the sun's aura blue and magnificent never reached, never did the scintillating chilly air waft by bringing about some color, any color, maybe just a touch of purple to the world. It was all red, red and orange and yellow. And there was no moon, no radiance when the sun walked away. It was a land of no color and it was - The Otherside. |
Submission Name: The Otherside.
