Loss of Color

In the doctor's office, sunlight filtered through the window and lit up the room with its warm light. Doctor Wilson sat at the table,observing Silas eye test results seriously. After what seemed like centuries, the doctor lifted his head and looked at Silas with concern.

"In your eye examination, Silas," Doctor Wilson said gravely, "I made a worrying discovery. You have been diagnosed with achromatopsia, a condition that results in the loss of your ability to see colors. In other words, you are completely color blind."

"With this achromatopsia, Silas, not only will color disappear from your vision but also your ability to distinguish contrasts and see with clarity under bright light," continued Doctor Wilson gently. "This is a rare condition, and there is no known cure for it."

Silas felt his chest squeezed by the news the doctor gave him. Losing color from the world he knew felt like losing a large part of his life. He felt a deep sense of pain and loss.

Silas left the doctor's office with heavy steps. He stepped into his quiet and gloomy apartment. The air felt suffocated in the room, as if to describe the feeling of emptiness that haunted his heart. He took off his coat and left it lying on the floor, reflecting on how messy his state of mind was.

He looked around the apartment, which was full of color palettes and brushes lying in the corners of the room. The tools that previously gave him joy and creative freedom are now only silent witnesses to a profound loss. Silas sat in a chair, embracing himself in heartbreaking silence.

The room felt lonely and dark, as if reflecting Silas's emotional state of grief. The cry bursting out from within his chest was painful and unbearable. He recalled the happy times he had when he could see beautiful colors and use them to express the beauty of the world.

But now, those colors were just a bitter memory that was raging in his mind. He felt like the world had taken him into endless darkness. Every step, every brush stroke, no longer meant the same thing. The desire to create is just a rapidly fading shadow.

Silas felt a heavy weight on his chest—a feeling of loss and hopelessness that paralyzed him. He fell into a deep depression, trapped in a gloomy labyrinth of thoughts. The sun that used to emit bright light now feels completely gone from his life.

He sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Every teardrop is an expression of deep pain and suffering. There was no hope in Silas' eyes. His life has changed drastically, and he is trapped in endless darkness.

"I'm scared, I'm so scared," Silas whispered as he hugged himself. "How can I live without color? How can I continue my life as a painter if everything is only black and white?"

Silas hugged himself tightly, trying to find some comfort in his own arms. He felt a deep physical weakness and emotional emptiness. However much he tried to understand and accept his condition, feelings of sadness and loss always surrounded him.

And in the silence that hung in the air, Silas felt himself drowning in an unstoppable sea of tears, struggling with his helplessness, and wishing that some ray of life could still be found in the darkness that covered him.

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In the corner of the room, little Silas is seen painting. His grandfather was sitting next to him.

"When painting, Silas, don't just try to capture the beauty of the object you are drawing," Grandpa said warmly. "Painting is a window into the soul. Your painting should be able to convey deep feelings, radiate emotion, and touch the heart of anyone who sees it."

Little Silas lifted his head, his eyes meeting his grandfather's earnest gaze. "But, Grandfather, how can I describe my feelings through a painting? How can a painting touch the hearts of others?"

Grandfather smiled wisely. "Powerful painting not only visually depicts objects but also radiates deep energy and emotion. When you paint, let your soul and heart flow freely. Any feelings of anxiety, joy, sadness, or wonder can all be reflected in every stroke of the paintbrush."

Silas pondered for a moment, thinking about his grandfather's words. He understands that painting is not only about producing beautiful images but also about expressing the deepest parts of himself that are difficult to express in words.

"In your painting, Silas, let them look into your heart," said Grandpa, stroking Silas' shoulder affectionately. "Let them feel what you feel. And remember that every painting you create is a story that connects you to the world."

Silas looked at his grandfather in awe and said, "I want to paint with soul, just like Grandpa taught me." Said Silas.

Grandfather smiled proudly. "I know you can do it, Silas. Be a great painter.

Grandpa Silas looked up at the sky with sad eyes. "Silas, sometimes in the course of a painter's career, there are times when their brushes are no longer able to produce beautiful strokes on the canvas," said the grandfather in a low voice. "But don't let that failure stop you, Silas, and in a story created from the silence of an empty canvas Promise me that you won't give up then."

Silas listened to Grandpa's words with a touched heart: "Okay, Grandpa, this is a promise."