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Dullness of the grey world, a common sight to those who lived on planet Ursa. A boy moved forward to peek outside his window, the sunlight shining down on his face. To him, it was a different shade of grey, but the heat made him wish it were of any color but the dull ones. Grey. The world was full of grey. Stories passed down from centuries tell stories that the people of the planet Ursa were cursed with colour-blindness after the celestial being Ursa had disobeyed the laws of the skies. After some time, there were stories of people seeing color other than grey, but the boy didn't believe in it. He wouldn't believe in a story in which he was not the character of.
Picking up his bag, he slung it across his torso and braved the streets outside. Another day at the field, another day of work. The boy would never rest even if the rain poured from above. Stopping for one day as a farmer boy would mean putting his crops at risk of dying. Even a slight change of the quality in his crops would mean a higher chance of the villagers turning to another farmer for food. A lack of income was not an option the boy would take.
"Going to the farm now? Have you eaten yet?"
The boy turned to the grandma who lived next door, titling his head at why she was awake at 3 in the morning. He shook his head and was promptly handed a loaf of bread. The boy took a bow for gratitude and continued heading his way to the farm. With the bread in his mouth, he checked on the crops. The weeds were plucked, the fruits were harvest, and new seeds were sown. By 7, the boy had gathered 10 full sacks of potatoes and headed to the market. Settling down in his corner, he sat on a crate and started gathering his earnings.
By the end, all 10 sacks had been sold off, leaving the boy only with money. He was about to wander the market and buy his groceries but a voice beside him spoke up.
"You know...I bought 4 potatoes from you along with other vegetables. Do you want to share?"
Share? The farmer boy didn't know how to share. There was never a chance for him to share. There was no one at home that he could share with. The farmer boy turned to face the voice, only for his world to shine bright. Was it the sun? No. It wasn't even grey. What were these colours? They were so bright. They were so vibrant. The colours felt like it had their own personality. Then, the farmer boy looked in the eyes of the voice. Contrast to the world around them, his eyes were white. The white-eyed boy spoke up, noticing the farmer boy's silence.
"You know...I can't see anything. The world looks dark to me. It isn't what I think black is, but it's like a colourless darkness. But when I looked at you, I can see you. Just by colours. You're like a floating figure of colours. I think this is what colours looks like."
The boy was blind. After an accident between his parents and the authorities, the boy had lost his parents and his sight. Being forced to fend for himself without vision, the boy wandered through the streets and memorized the paths. He then took up jobs from some people to deliver things for them. With the little money he could make, he would buy food from the market and eat them raw. But there was always a certain someone that he could see in the market. He couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
"My name is Beomgyu. It's okay if you don't want to share. I'll just-"
"My name is Taehyun, and I can see color with you."