This is my story of how the colour orange came to be.
It was once a world with brilliant scenes and explosive colours of all shades and hues. A world that was lost and destroyed. Over time, people evolved and came back to only find themselves and their world in red and blue.
A young boy was playing in a local collection of past artifacts. He understood the waste came from another time, but he was curious to see what he could find. He was one of the first boys to find a lighter in this world. His blue hands picked it up and studied it.
He was warned by his elders that the world they lived in was all they needed. Colour in 2’s was all that should be. A world where colour was blown away.
He lit the lighter and was in awe with such beauty. The flame was like nothing he had seen before. It was a colour that he could not make out. He was baffled and confused. He took a breath out. He was warned. He lit up, turning from one shade of blue to another.
His red eyes saw something they have never seen before. He had discovered a bright, new, intensity.
As he exhaled, the bright yellow heat radiated into the red sky around him.
This is how he blew alive the colour orange and rediscovered a new world of colour that once existed.
