How would it be to see gradients that people claim as ordinary? It sounded like a miracle for you. Being blind from born, you wish for a falling star to give you a chance to behold the beauty of the world, even once would suffice, but you knew too well it would never happen.

Recently, a white waft kept appearing in your sight. It was stretched throughout the road, leading to an unknown end. Like gentle wave that was pulling your feet, soothing fragance that allured your mind, curiosity won over you. Thus you sneaked out with your cane, embarking to an untold journey.

Unseen tendrils of color snaked through the emptiness, a mesmerizing dance of blues and purples. Was this what others called colors? The question lingered as you trailed deeper, the ethereal mist morphing with each step. A strange allure pulsed from the shifting hues, beckoning you forward into the heart of the void.

After the seeming infinite path, you stopped your track, feeling over the terrain around you. Above the black painted canvas you had always seen, a field of hyacinths unfurled. Thick, inky strokes painted deep purple blooms, while delicate, feathery lines hinted at pale lavender.

However, you shook away your urge to cry for you heard a gentle voice emerged from the middle of the field.

"How did you get here?"