"There was a fine line between similarity and uniformity, and that line often looped itself into a noose— far before its captive even realized they were tying it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it, but the idea of purple disguising itself as gray filled him with immense disdain. These thoughts, or the manifestation of them, had no place here. Here, people felt more than thought, heard more than saw, and everything above The Underground was manufactured in gray" ~ Chapter 2, Underground Virtuoso