The Kromatic Order of the Occult
You’ve felt it.
The absence.
The void left by the monotone gloom of modernity.
The hunger.
For color.
For vibrant greens and blues against the ghastly grays of industry.
For radiant reds and yellows amidst the maximalist mundanity.
Somewhere among them...
You.
Living?
So to speak.
Surrounding yourself with pretty depictions
, adorning your abode with artificial analogues
All in hopes
Of keeping the gray away
But almost always,
Longing for the real thing.
Do not dwell in the darkness.
Embrace Her blessed brilliance.