One day, the sky started to rain green instead of blue, and everything changed. The sky roared as if it was pouring out all its anger towards people. Everyone was quite surprised that green had replaced blue.
All towns, cities, countries, and people were painted green as if green was some kind of symbol, as if it wanted to remind us of something.
Oceans, whose true color we had never really known, took on the darkest shade of green. Our reflections on them became even clearer, as if to remind us that we could never truly dominate these waters.
The lush green forests took on the lightest shade of green so light that they were almost white. As if the forests had been carrying the burden of being green for too
The sky painted everything in shades of green, whether artificial or natural. It cried and cried and screamed, as if trying to cover up all its pain. But what was the role of this green?
Was it just a color? Was it a scheme woven into all that blue?
Or was it something much more…? Maybe the sky was trying to prove to people that it was also a living being. After all, green was the color of life, and people never saw the sky as something alive.
So was this really the reason? Was this why mother-of-pearl green paint suddenly flowed from the sky? Would the sublime sky lower its head just to prove itself to humans? Or did it love something far more divine?
Maybe space, far above, had whispered that being made up of a single color was dull. After all, space was an endless canvas of colors. But could the sky really be jealous of space? Could it truly believe it was as grand as the cosmos?
Yet, in the end, what really happened was simple: the sky had suddenly painted the whole world green. Had it grown bored, tired of blooming flowers and making snow over and over again? Had it grown weary of painting the world in different colors?
Or maybe it wanted to make us believe that we were nothing more than a handful of dust. Perhaps it was trying to show us that the earth we would gladly die for was not only beneath us but above us as well. Maybe all of this was an attempt to remind us that death was not far away it was near.
Oh sky, great sky, now as you descend upon us, paint us all in green.
Watch us bloom in different colors before taking our souls, watch us strive for life…
But when the colors fade and the winds stand still, will you still reign supreme?
Or will you, like us, dissolve into the endless dream?