Observation
Where did all the colors go? Alfred groaned, inspecting his body—gold smudges on his chest, red streaks on his thighs… was that a purple bite mark? Another voice muttered, “Why does my thigh have six-colored fingerprints?” sighed Maude. Reginald stretched, grinning. “The paint’s gone, but I think I’ve been permanently redesigned.” Across the clearing, Clarence flopped onto his back... “We were promised brighter things.” Masquerade Rule #2: If it wasn’t yours before, it is now.
Response 1
“Where did all the colors go?” Francis smirked. “Maybe you weren’t paying attention.” A drowsy sigh. “We were promised brighter things.” Masquerade Rule #7: Our reality can not masked. Only we can.
Response 2
“Where did all the colors go?” Reginald twirled a mask. “Should I keep this?” Maude murmured, “We were promised brighter things.” Alfred smirked. “Just don’t lose the only thing that matters.” Masquerade Rule #8: Lose the rest, but keep the mask.
Response 3
“Where did all the colors go?” Francis yawned. “We were promised brighter things.” Percival smirked. “Names fade. Some stains don’t.” Masquerade Rule #9: You may forget the names, but the colors will remember.
Revision
Clarence muttered again, “We were promised brighter things.” Reginald smirked. “Maybe we became them.”
Region
sprawl
Material
Ebony
Bond
Code Switchers
Token