This place.

This unkind place.

This hellish place.

This unlovable place.

This is not a regular place.

It is a dystopia.

A place oppressed by government and laws.

Strict and unfair.

One of the main rules of this place.

"No color will be worn at any time. Colors will represent rank in society."

Basically, if you are their classification of "poor", you are assigned grey.

Any other color is up the totem pole of wealth, until the government, who wear gold and white, to signify their angelic importance.

The reason for this being "A way to spot terrorists and other dangerous forign people."

Unable to fight back, the people abide these laws.

Artists have to make their art based off of what the government tells them.

Except for a very few.

They purposly protest, and most of it is suicidal, because the police force will kill people who go against the government.

Popular way to protest: paint.

Paint with all colors.

All of your favorites.

All of your least favorites.

All of the beautiful colors these cities will never show.

And no one will be able to identify them.

Because I won't let them.

And unless you don't rebel like I do...

We will be stuck in this colorless world.

And we'll never see the light of day again.