It is a place hungry for color.

But this hunger stems not from a desire for beauty, or variety. It is, rather, the very grease that makes the wheels of that grey place turn. It lures color there, through its subtle means. Curiosity, greed, even lust. And then it sweeps away the path back, bars the door, and waits.

Slowly, every so slowly, the colors are drained to grey and the life to a husk. The grey seeps into even the most vibrant colors, and then they are part of the grey, forever lost in the infinite shades as the boundaries creep out a little further into a colorful world.

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