When the Colors Fade

"Black ... white ... grey. Not colors, absence of them. That is what we have become. Our vibrancy, our life, our energy ... gone. We are the players of a silent film, without color or voice, still trying to play our part when none can hear or see what we truly say and are."

"Cut off from the rest of the world? Oh how trite. How self-pitying. I remember ... I watch. I see them slay those 'not worthy' to come with them. Auschwitz ... Gulag ... nightmares that come from what happened so long ago. Many of us don't remember where the nightmares come from. They are blessed."

--Sylas Grey, Sluagh and Longtime Resident

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