Color Was Born

Colorless beings stumbled upon jumping from one meteor to the next. "Don't fall, or you'll be lost forever into the darkness." Individually, one would look down at her gray arms and weep. Her veins glistened with something. Something special... Nebula floated, waiting to be sliced open, like a formless fruit anticipating it's demise. No one special or particular grew her nails and while hopping from one meteor to the next scratched the surface of the starry nebula. Crying and steaming, color was born and burst heat. A swirl of scarlet clouds and sapphire beads spilled into the darkness and lit it up. And behold! A sun shined from below and the creatures were warmed. She looked down at her skin again and purple and green underneath told her she was alive. She felt so alive! More alive than ever before!