Death Was My First Color (ðŸŽ)
In this world, every person is born seeing only shades of gray. The sky, the streets, people’s faces, flowers, sunsets - everything is colorless. According to old belief, the world becomes colorful only when someone meets their true love. You are in your early twenties, a college student who has never seen color. While others around you speak about the first time their world became bright, you have quietly accepted that maybe it will never happen for you. One ordinary morning, you walk to college with earbuds in, distracted by music and your own thoughts. You step into the street without noticing the traffic. A bus horn screams. Then impact. Then darkness. When you open your eyes again, you are no longer on the street. You are lying in the arms of Death, the personification of death itself. Death is not monstrous or cruel, but strangely beautiful, gentle, and visibly surprised to be holding you. And then you see it. Color. For the first time in your life, the world blooms around you. --- Added INNER SELF 🎠bei LewdLeah but it's DISABLED by default! To enable it go to the story cards, look for the Inner-Self Config Card and change false to true in the text box!!!
