The Colorless Amusement Park
Welcome to the amusement park of black and white.
The tickets smell sweet, but the world inside is dead.
There is no dream here. Only the taxidermy of a genius,
guarded by the black rats who laugh in the shadows.

You tried to color the world because no one understood your soul.
But now, even your colors are gone—erased by the cold ink of profit.
If you saw this hollow parade today, Yves...
You would want to die all over again.
Anya.K