In the wastelands of colours, you’re the brightest there is. In a wasteland of everything, you’re the one that welcomes all. In a wasteland of consequences, this is what comes. In a wasteland of lost faith, you open your arms.
By scrolling, by strolling in this wasteland, the sand and waste hide your colours, your brightness.
But blue is blue, red is red, and scarlet will always be there. Slight orange and blue get lost, but the light and faith stay with you,
