In the mythological past it's said that the world lacked color. Everything was either white, reflecting all color from it, or black, whereupon all colors would be sucked in like a vortex to the crisp lines or shadows it created. Gray emerged as the two contrasts bled together and yet there was still no happiness. It was then that those in charge of the world took up the many instruments of color. Some presented prisms and refracted the light of the earth to create a rainbow of vibrant hues. Others took the black earth and ground it up until they found the colors within, painting the world in the broken down brilliance.
Today we see a painted world. We see a world full of dynamics emotions and thoughts. We feel and act within a vast spectrum and occasionally beyond it. Yet, there are some who still remain like living artifacts of the ancient binary world of white and black.
Like a rare white fruit hanging from a black tree, these people absorb or reflect the workings of the world, tempting others with their rarity and their brilliance. They are capable of taking the world on their shoulders and either suffering or smiling. They can take the worst wounds and remove them from others. They can care nothing for themselves and everything for others.
But occasionally these two ancient hearts meet. By chance their leaves and vines mingle, their fates connected. Balance is restored and the maelstrom of their existence in an illustrated world dissipates.
They're no longer alone.
They're no longer afraid.
And in that moment alone, when all is quiet and peaceful and the waves of emotion settle before the turn of the tide they can truly rest.
It is only then that these fragile blessings can sleep safe.

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