Through the mist there came a startling band of colors hung in the sky, a plethora of hues rippling through the eye. Lights catching, reflecting, in every being, there is a color, but there is every color taken in. Reflected, taken, and most beautiful after the rain. Through every storm, torrential, emotional downpour, there is always a rainbow at the end. Dare to love yourself, and you will see the rainbows all around us. From the sunset, to the sunrise, to the oils on the ground, and the heaviness in your heart, there is always a brighter ray inside each being. There is not one color better than the other, because all colors make one, even those that are neutral, have their own place, even those lost in the darkness, will always have a space. Even those without senses, without sight, they will never see a rainbow, but their mind will create their own rainbow.