Disorder draws closer as Arthur Awakens
It was Red. Red as far as any eye could see, except for the occasional black dots floating around, everything else was red.
In this seemingly infinite red, footsteps could be heard. They sounded calm and relaxed, like a king strolling in his castle. The one who made these footsteps could not be described with anything other than one word; black.
A black three-piece suit, black tie, black shoes, black gloves, and black hat. He looked like a rich noble from medieval times, dressed in the best quality clothes.
His face was ever-changing; as if he could not settle on a particular appearance, one thing was certain, and that was all the faces he put on were undeniably the most handsome one could ever imagine.
It was unknown when it happened but at one point, the red became white. White as far as any eye could see. The occasional black dots floating around remained and of course, everything else was still white.