FROM A GRAPHIC NOVEL I HAVE BEEN TOYING WITH. ZACK HELMINIAK HAS BEEN WORKING WITH ME ON THE VISUALS...MORE TO COME SOON.
There are unseen things in this universe. Unseen forces at work…unseen beings at play. Unseen watchers, whose very fabric is woven in with our existence. We do not see them…but they are there. Not pushing or pulling, wanting or needing…They are not entities of force or influence. They do not take our hands and lead us forward. But follow in our wake, live in our actions, lurk in our shadows. We do not see them, but they are there.
The sun rises and The Colors stand together but alone atop The Empire State Building and they look out onto the city of lights and colors and passion and death the bright and the dark. The heat of humanity rises from the streets and the gutters and the stink fills them like a river of molten steel swallowing up their being in a flashing wave of degradation and doom.
The sun rises and The Colors stand together but alone atop The Empire State Building and they look out onto the city of lights and colors and passion and death the bright and the dark. The heat of humanity rises from the streets and the gutters and the stink fills them like a river of molten steel swallowing up their being in a flashing wave of degradation and doom.
A single tear stains the fair cheek of White, the child of innocence and purity, and saying nothing she gazes up at the other watchers before leaving as the sun rises over the water. Yellow departs shortly after White, her golden hair dead in the morning breeze. Her eyes, no longer bright with knowledge and joy, sit a decayed yellow in her skull and she opens her mouth to say something, but her words are lost in the whisper and the wind.
