War seems to be woven into existence in the WILT. It's no wonder why struggle persists here, even the sky itself represses life. Light from the BLAZE passing through the PRISM blocks any color from entering this plane. The achromatic color, gray, acts as an intermediate between black and white to create neutrality in the WILT. Unfortunately, peace itself is not as easily attained here.

Reflection

BRIDGEKEEPER

lived her entire life in the WILT. As far back as she could remember, the subtle shades of greys and shreds of blacks were all that she had ever known. She was born in the grey and had never seen color with her own eyes but she had known of its existence. Every time she closed her eyes, she dreamed in vivid color. The thought of it fascinated her. She imagined all of her senses dancing with color for the first time. Sorrow longed to gaze at deep blues and vibrant greens, she dreamed of running her fingers through burning reds and rich purples. She even decided what yellow might taste like. She loved her dreams but she was troubled by them. They reminded her of what she was missing.