It's just fiction. But it could have easily been reality. Perhaps for someone, it even is. Life is art. Our path, a canvas. For sometimes we mistake crayons for acrylic colours, and draw out of borders, even if we sketched the samples with all of our soul's attention and detail. But it's still colours, that we have. And we shall have them, for as long as we realise, that we still have them. And regain our lost will, gather all our might and go on to draw a masterpiece of our own! Guess, that's Life for you! It'll never be dark, for as long as we have colours.