The White Sky II

My characters are imbued with fear.
The continuous relate with other individuals exhausted them, they have lost any form of confidence by choosing to shield themselves behind a boundary that guarantees them protection, safe in their microworld muffled.
My characters prefer muted grays to vibrant and dazzling colors of today nothing.
Grey is static.
Grey is calm.
Grey is the calmness of a limbo breast that warms and repairs in its nebula placenta.
Unique self-portraits played on the ambiguity of a fierce malice disguised as a veiled but inexorable sadness.