A girl should indeed be trapped in black and white to ensure that the color of the world does not fade. The girl is known as “Shadow.” She’d been imprisoned behind a hill for far too long to be able to distinguish between day and night as well as feel fear. Nobody would take her out or even engage in conversation to her. Until one autumn afternoon, when a boy named Green ended up going to the back of the hill, carrying a birthday cake and all his complaints for the world. For the first time, the two struck up a conversation, and it’s now telling you how the blue hour drove the Shadow Girl and The Boy to obtain their most precious gift.
“What song are you singing, Shadow?”
“Anything to free my voice.”
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