1 Prologue

The sound of her alarm clock was just enough to pull her out of her dream. She opened her eyes, still slightly blurry from adjusting to the morning light. Shining through the glass panes of the bedroom window, it reflected on her pale skin like tiny beams. The bottom pane of the window was open, bringing in a slight breeze, the white curtains flowing gently.

Her white noise machine was resting on the nightstand next to her, the sound filling the room, or at least enough to hear it. She reached for it, pressing the power button.

She exhaled deeply as she looks at her surroundings. Every morning, for her, is the same thing- it's monotonous. She was craving any sort of change because the life she lives in is so dull.

'It's only 7 AM and I'm already having this unfamiliar feeling of deja vu,' she thought to herself.

But the first thing and things already seem strange. Although she's never been in this kind of situation, she gets a strange feeling of deja vu. She tries to decide whether she should run or hide from this unfamiliar but familiar feeling.

Still, deep in thought, an alarm suddenly went off indicating it was time for her to clean. Snapping out of her daze, she dragged herself to the living room, still couldn't shake off the weird feeling.

Feeding her rabbits, she stares at them for a moment. She would always rummage through the black hat and gets the same thing — a white rabbit. There are now seven rabbits living alongside her. Each rabbit was pulled out since day one. She decided to name them the seven days of the week. She's not complaining, though. It's like they're connected. She doesn't find it easy to explain or describe how they're connected. If anything, it's more of a feeling. And for now, it's enough for her.

She turns back taking slow steps towards the red couch. Although she looked neat with her black dress, there was a certain unkempt to her posture. The only thing that stood out from her was her red lipstick.

She closes them for a little bit, before parting her red lips slightly to begin speaking. As she opens them an upbeat song starts playing.

"I'm going to clean." She gestures to the cleaning supplies in the corner of the dull room. One thing that stood out there wouldn't be the red vacuum cleaner or the blue broom, but the white vase with seven lily flowers in them.

She exhales sharply before grabbing the blue broom to sweep the living room.

She begins to turn on the lights because of how dull and colorless the house seemed. Shining some light into the room, she can't help but dream about this new world, filled with light and vivid colors. It will take some time to clean her universe, but she has a vision bloom again and ready to create.

She quickly went to her room to change into her yellow suit with her favorite purple bow tie. Her outfit glowed lightly compared to the gloomy atmosphere, their colors reflecting beautifully against each other.

It's strange how she knows the colors of the rainbow when she lives in a colorless world. She can't help but want red, orange, yellow, green, and even thicker colors with just a snap of the fingers.

"Oh my god, yes." She says in excitement as she embraces the world of color and rejects her boring life. She loves it so much, she wants to be covered in them.

"Oh my goodness." She corrects herself, trying not to be so sinful, but she can't help but be greedy. She laughs to the point where her heart pounds faster than she could keep track of.

She shuffled her way through the color lab to try and make other colors to bring them to life.

She emphasizes the colors around her. Almost everything in her house is primary. The living room is red, the dining room is blue, and the color lab is yellow. Surprisingly, everything is changing.

She walked down to her room and went to her closet to change her outfit to a black and white dress with pink hearts that complimented her. She loves the shades of black and white but loves pink even more. The color black can mean darkness and evil while white represents purity and good. She is the only one who can know what is good and evil for she is the only one who can offer judgment. It's also to show, like the ying-yang, the balance between good and evil that she has.

Despite Him being all-loving and good like her, there were times where he needed to lay his wrath to assert his power over humanity. She will do the same, following in his footsteps.

She walked to her room, her footsteps softly making contact with the floor. She makes her way over to the five mirrors that show five distinguishable sides of her. In this new world, there's nothing more to what she wants than to be in the spotlight and for her name to be known. She wants to be her true self, but she has a feeling of displacement. She feels lost.

In the beginning, it started in black and white which was a problem for her in the universe, but now the problem is the alternative world she built to solve her problems. She is not as prideful as she may seem, although she is very prideful.

She yearned for that change that seems to get further away and she wants to stay alive for it.

She steps into the dining room making her way to the end of the table. She puts a yellow lamp on the right chair and a green one on the left chair, making it seem like she is saving those seats for someone. She sat down at the at end of the table, looking at each side where she placed the lamps. Although she felt better with the colors surrounding her, she couldn't help but feel lonely- like she's living in a blue world without red, orange, yellow, or green.

All she needs is to lay the foundation for the universe she envisions.

She went back to the living room and stood by the little hallway that leads to the main entrance- staring at the painting on the wall. You wouldn't even notice it at first glance, but it's big enough to notice it.

'Who hung such an awful painting,' she thought. She was afraid of this painting. A dangerous hurriedly crafted wooden raft atop the gushing waves of the sea. The people looked abandoned and have nothing on them, not even hope. They look like they endured starvation and dehydration, have fear and loathing, horror and greed, and practiced cannibalism. Some of them killed themselves too.

Not wanting to think deeper, her gaze shifts to the mirror placed next to the painting. She closed her right eye showing her red-orange eyeshadow more clearly.

Her choices construct her very own life, especially her fate and destiny, and all the crazy ways she can cross it. It was not a coincidence that she, the one who desires colors, vibrancy, and life, awoke the universe on her own. It was fate.

She has a love of bright and vivid colors. Bright could also mean happy, and therefore she sees the bright colors as if it's smiling at her, but all that seems to fade.

A knock suddenly echoed through her house.

She stopped sweeping the little hall and stared at the main entrance.

Who could she possibly see that is draining her colors from the universe.