Whispers float around me, like a halo.

It's okay

Open your eyes

Nothing will hurt you

I know it is the Black. I know it lies. It doesn't feel right. My body has gone numb. It feels how static looks, and that is how my brain feels as well. Out of service.

Stay

Be strong

Be brave

I know that is the White, what is left of it. Telling me the Black is trying to get me.

They both are so convincing. They sound like friends, but one is the enemy. I can't tell who; the disguise is too clever.

I must open my eyes. I must see which looks evil.

I blink.

The room is gray. Ugly, harsh, gray. Prison-cell gray.

I am a prisoner in this Gray. This awful color of.... nothing.

I am Gray. It suits me, compliments me.

It completes me