MONOCHROM

When light met darkness, they danced into the night. When one would falter, the other would remain strong. Over time they grew curious – Was there more to life than black or white?

Every morning darkness would squeeze a little ink from its soul to become more like light. But light would not waver. Darkness tried again and again, but light would not move. It couldn't. It was pure. Trapped in a box without compromise it was alone, until one day when a tear formed. And then another. Light had not seen this before.

The pure joy that inhabited its space let doubt grow. Clouds and rumours of clouds moved in to what was once pure, fulfilling a prophesy and unleashing the beast they call Monochrom.