Wisps of grey stained the air as red fingertips greeted a blue sky. Bypassing awkward introductions, the bloody dye embraced the aqua watercolor lovingly for a dance. As though they were old friends—no—as though they were rekindled lovers, the cerise and cyan waltzed; each stride drawing the colors daringly closer. Droplets of purple formed with each step, creating whirlpools of amethysts to spin rubies and sapphires across the horizon. Lost somewhere on a sea of magenta, the two soon became one in the same: a mauve masterpiece of two entities who had lost themselves in one another.
This violet art radiated joyous passion; however, an onyx corpus, a forgotten and now jealous disaster of the past, strutted forth with desire to end the short-lived bliss. Drenched in black ooze, the sable beast seized the lavender couple and struck them. Collapsing into their now infected magical sea, the two fought the crashing waves and their inevitable separation. What began with lonely red fingertips reaching out to a meek blue sky ended the same when—barely holding onto their lives—the mauve passion washed away, and the indigo sky faded. Bloody fingertips remembered where the sky once was; they mourned the unfinished dance, the lost magnum opus. Passionate crimson became burning rage; caressing fingers formed clenched fists, but not taking any chances, black ink splattered across the fingertips without hesitation. Despite what many would desire, victory goes to the darkness as the jubilant scene submerged fully into an empty void, and yet again, nothing remained but ashes and more wisps of grey.