A grey, quiet figure from the BLNK world
FIG. 01 — before colour
There's a boy who lives in a world made only of grey. No colour, no feeling, everything flat and quiet.
At the edge of his world sits a machine. Nobody built it. Nobody remembers when it arrived. It holds what the world forgot — colour, sealed in capsules, waiting for someone to reach in.
That someone was never going to be him. It was always going to be you.
