Almost Colorless

There is little color left after the Big Drain. We are struggling to survive with what we have left. Yet somehow... We manage. Most have accepted this fact that Magic is dead in this world. Some have began to look upon Technology The very same tools that destroyed us. And a very few of us Still believe there is hope. That there is an unknown deposit of magic Waiting for us. Waiting to be Discovered. But for now We live on in this world A world with no magic. A monochrome life.

Collaborators

• Rosiekins  (57658 strokes)
• lufia83  (6147 strokes)
• shiftykirby  (2929 strokes)