They were sad because they pretended. They pretended too often.
They lived in their colorful fantasy world. They smiled because everyone believed their lie.
Except for Teto.
They lived their lie for so long; they began to believe their own lie.
She did not feel sorry for them.
They cover up lies with more lies. Trying to hide the truly deceitful nature of the world would only delay the pain.
Teto already knew the truth—behind multicolored streaks were monochrome dabs, seeping through the false reality. And she was happy.
As someone once said, the truth will set you free.