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.
