ORIGINS x BLNK

There's a boy who lives in a world made only of grey. No colour, no feeling, everything flat and quiet. At the edge of his world sits a machine. Nobody built it. Nobody remembers when it arrived. It holds what the world forgot, colour, sealed in capsules, waiting for someone to reach in. That someone was never going to be him. It was always going to be you.

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