บท 824: Monochrome

The entire space around me turned a muted, lifeless gray—a fusion of black and white where nothing had color except my eyes, which glowed a vivid green. It felt as if the world had died, everything frozen in time, as though all life had lost its essence, and all presence had lost meaning. It was as if I had been plunged into a delusion where not even life itself was truly alive. The scene exuded a suffocating blandness that would bring nothing but despair, an overwhelming sense of sloth and exhaustion, a crushing weight that pressed down on the soul, threatening to snuff out the will to live.