On a colorless day with a colorless gray sky, a colorless field of gray grass gently sways against the wind. The sound of footsteps resound around a cozy colorless gray house. The house was rather small, but it still could accommodate a healthy sized family with all its necessities.
Inside a colorless gray room with vivid shades of black and gray only striking the difference between objects lies a young man asleep on his bed, no older than in his middle years of adolescence. His pitch black hair laid covering the light gray shaded pillow. His eyes fluttered open, glazing across his room that absorbed every color as it showed the exact same scene he had always seen his whole life.
'There's a party today… If I remember… Uncle Heith is coming over...' The young man thought, still waking up.
"... I should probably get ready." With that final thought he finally slides the monochrome sheets off of his body and steps off his bedside. Yawning and walking over to the bathroom, the young man takes a corner from his room and arrives in front of a large glass mirror.
The same figure stood before him like it always did. With pitch black hair and eyes, fair ivory skin, and a slightly tall and lean body with barely defined musculature underneath his skin. The young man gazed at his monochrome reflection, before taking ahold of his toothbrush and wiped his mind clean, readily starting his daily routine.
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A young man sat on a monochrome couch, eyeing the scenery of the monochrome world outside. The soft whistling sound of wind made from the light gray skies, the sharp blades of grass that weaved a rhythmic darker shade of light gray. The gray road outside that leads to the pavement. It was all monochrome with only lines and blotches of black to show off the shadows and outline an object had. Hearing a familiar jingle, the young man with pitch black hair subtly jolts from his daydreaming.
He stands up from his seat and walks over to the front door, unlocking it and opening it as he sees a rather familiar silhouette standing in front of him. Before he could react, he is wrapped around in a tight and affectionate embrace by an older man.
"Ah! There's my young moon!" The older man sighs into the embrace of the young man and pushes him back just enough to see his face illuminated by the faint source of light coming from outside the doorway.
"How have you been, Yin?" The older man smiles at Yin, while the younger man sighs and pats the older man's back. "I'm doing fine, Uncle Heith. Sit down." Yin walks with his uncle over to the couch, not noticing him huffing with a soft frown at his nephew's curt hospitality. As the two sit down, they talk about the upcoming party today.
Yin saw a figure walk past the hallway corridor. A woman who looks to be in her late 30's with pitch black hair and streaks of white mixed in flowed gracefully past her worn yet beautiful face. It was his mother who was preparing meals for the party. Her figure disappeared behind the walls of the hallway corridor.
Why was today so special? Good question. Yin's uncle, Heith, was a busy man who worked his butt off to help provide for him and his family. Due to his overbearing love for his sister, Yin's mother, he worked almost every week. Having a day off was like a miracle, so everytime he didn't have work, it was celebrated by him and his family. Of course, Yin's mother also worked hard. Her soft hands were calloused and rough as she worked at a local plant that provided electricity for the whole city. They had just been living on the outskirts, so the neighborhood was rather quiet and rural.
Smiling, the older man nudges his young nephew's arm. "Let's go. Everyone is waiting for us." Yin nods and follows the older man outside to the garage. It was more like a hangar than any normal garage. Monotone gray and rather spacious, it could fit five cars stacked on top of each other, and the same wide. Inside were several tables with bowls and plates filled with various cuisines from all around the world. A tall and toned man with short darker gray hair walked up to Yin's uncle and clapped his hand into a handshake. That was Yin's father.
"Heith! Great to see you coming!" Yin's father said with a boisterous smile as he shook hands with Heith.
"Well if it isn't my sister's ringpal! Orland, good to see you as well!" Heith smiled and shook his hand back with equal strain. Both didn't seem to mind the midair arm wrestling. Suddenly, two pairs of hands arrive on the back of both men's heads, making an audible 'Bonk!' sound. "You two. What did I say about doing this?" A woman with pitch black hair and streaks of white mixed in frowned sternly and silently at the two men acting like children.
"OW! Seph!" Heith turned to see his sister and smiled affectionately at her. Orland rubbed the back of his head and sighed before giving Heith a proper handshake and smiling off his wife's anger at their banter. "Haha, yes yes, I'll keep it in mind, Honey."
Yin sat on a monochrome couch with an aloof expression on his face. It was momentarily interrupted by the loud banter as more family members arrived. Cousins, both older and younger, more uncles and aunts. So much activity filled the colorless gray walls inside. And finally, the long party had started.