Color

There was no color in Las Noches.

It was all black or white

The most basic colors

The plainest

The most boring

The most depressing colors ever

And Orihime was immersed in it

Surrounded by nothing

Anything with color was welcome

But there was no color

There was no color to welcome

Except for that emerald green

That occasional, vibrant green

But it accompanied something as emotionally bankrupt as the walls

Sometimes the arrival is a good thing

Sometimes it's a bad thing

But it was change

It was proof that time was passing

Sometimes the color brought news

News that normally upset her

But it was proof that there was hope

The hope was sometimes a feeble light

Sometimes it was strong

But when the hope was strong

The color did its best to smash it

But it was color

And color was the only thing that kept her sane

She loved the color green

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Oh, I know it's hard to tell when she talking about the literal color green and when she talking about Ulquiorra. I did that on purpose.