Colorless

This may take me a while to describe properly, but this was an interesting view, perhaps at some point completely overtaken by my own fantasy instead of something that you may have intended to do.

Upon entry, I found myself standing in a small and compact garden, leading to an entrance of what looked like a towering structure. It faintly reminded me of a combination of an old, looming university, the walls themselves brimming with magic, and a faint tinge of what could seem like a church, but without paying close attention, one could easily assume it would be just a simple, mere school. I looked around a bit more, and the garden seemed to have nice tulips and other assortments of flowers that I could not recognize in any way. The grass was a light shade of green, almost every single blade jumping out to me, each and one feeling special and different from one another. There were two corridor-like structures on the side, leading into the main building.

I float up for a little bit to look around, and to my sheer surprise, I realize that this university of sorts is located on a stone overhang or some large cliff. The bottom I could not see, and the horizon was unclear to me. All was shrouded in this white, grey mist, with the slight vestiges of sunlight peeking through. The fog, the mist, whatever it may be, it made me feel uncomfortable, it made me feel strange. The more I looked around, the more it seemed like we were high up in the sky, and the fog was just a thick blanket of clouds, seemingly carrying snow crystals, ready to fall onto the ground low below. I was unable to look up, for the moment I did, I was blinded by whiteness.

While standing there, I realize that it started snowing, or at least I was hoping that it was just snow. It seemed to sparkle white, but yet one or two were sparkling a bright and dark blue. And soon, my heart sinks when I realize that the little bits of the cliff or the overhang that I could see were losing color. The bricks, the walls, everything under my feet were seemingly drained of color, little by little, almost trying to do the same thing for me. I conjure up a gas mask, put it on, and just as I do so, I realize that the clouds brought upon a full-blown snowstorm. Or at least some kind of a storm, with whatever substance that it was carrying. I look down upon the garden, and I see that the grass and the flowers, all of that lost their color. Everything was drained, leaving everything white and black.

Soon enough, I was inside of the school itself, not risking staying outside for far too long. Inside, there is a small chamber with many pathways leading into various rooms of some kind. There are children running around the centerpiece, which seemed to be a magical well of some kind, filled to brim with a blue, aetheric substance. They were running around, playing with one another, but they all were colorless and moving in what looked like slow motion. There was a figure among them, dressed in the apparel of a plague doctor, but I could barely make any kind of details out of him, for he was shrouded in shadowy tendrils. He pays no heed to me, and likewise, I proceed towards a spiral staircase nearby, leading up and down.

Heading up, there is another chamber, but I completely ignore it and head further up, and I see some kind of a machine running in the middle, with a large window showing the outside. It did not reflect the actual outside, it seems, for it showed a beautiful city, made out of cogs and machines, with an orange-tinted sky, wisps of clouds and smoke going up and fading out, something that was so metallic, but yet full of life compared to what was actually happening outside. There was a switch I could flip next to the circular window, and with each flip the view changed, one staying in mind besides the city, which was something resembling underwater, but yet some kind of a mass of structures. Entertained enough, I look behind me and stare at this machine, it resembling more like the inside of a mechanic watch engine, perhaps with some pipes and cogs on the side. There was a computer I could access, but before I was able to look at it too much, a man from behind stops me and glares at me. He was grey, old, wrinkled and hunched over, seemingly afflicted with the same plague that the children were, but his eyes were bright, daemonic red. They looked far too eerie, but at the same time it was a welcoming sight.

I go back down one level to take a look at the chamber I missed, and it seems to be the main doors leading outside. However, they were under lock and guard, not letting anything in or out. The same children were running and playing around, all of them lifeless and colorless, except one little girl near the wooden, massive doors. She runs up to me, and my what a sight she was; yellow hair, red dress, with a smile that would melt an ice cold heart. Unexpectedly, she hugs me and I pat her head, realizing that my own body was turned white and black, color all but gone... My hand that patted her, however, seemed to be oozing with color, as if I seemingly drained some from the girl herself. She runs back, and I notice that her entire back was white and black, while the rest of her was colored. She was dripping color, that couldn't help but to stick to my hand. A thought crosses my mind, wondering whether it was simply a respite for the children, applied to them so that they could feel alive again, or whether she was just a special case.

Shaking my head, I go down, levels seemingly changing, and from there on my vision starts to fail. Only small sights of underground caverns, filled with clockwork and some semblance of life, remain in my memory, but else is black.