B L U E
>>--Above is seen an interpretation of Blue's Visage--<<
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Theme II
So it was as the concept of
B l u e came further into his being and so it was that the world around them warped, the american flag warped, the stars warped, star trek's enterprise warped, 1983's Great Blue Whale Incursion Warped, and there it was, the concept, the entitiy, the many, the all, the one and only Blue.
"I am here, my existence has been uttered. There is no other, there is only the one. The Blue, the truest, the lie of other colors is gone. Your savior is here, here to let in the water. To let in the calm. To be the color of your blood through skin. To be the sky that you look up to--night and day, day and night, evening and afternoon, morning and dawn. Before you speak you must know that your savior. Your god, my prophet, one of many, will arrive soon."He looked to the steadfast American hero, the founding father, one of the many founders who used
B l u e in their words, in their anthem. Then there was the Trump, but it seemed he had been Trump...card. For he was a game, but not a card game, no he was a political game, a blasphemy to the color
B l u e,
to the idea B l u e, to everything that Blue was, could be, will be, is, is not, might ever be within the infinitesimally small or large.
“Your existence here is blasphemous, despite your possession of a princess related to a supreme Ice Blue Prophet, the Witchmagess Elsa. I can't believe you would desecrate the sacredness of the Divine Blue, of the Pillars of Color. But to defile the sister of one of the great B l u e, to the ideaB l u e prophets. For shame, for shoes, for skies, for ocean and ice B l u e, to the idea B l u e s.”Blue shook itself in disgust, its existence shuddering. Harambe would know his sorrow, his disappointment, his wrath, his Blueness.
Sadness slipped into all that was
B l u e, to the idea
B l u e. The sky drooped, the oceans swelled and fell away, before rising once more. Stars blinked out then shifted back into existence repeatedly. The eyes of
B l u e eyed children and animals alike wept, whether they had been got or begotten through the process of getting—or getting kid.
To ease his wrath and depressive sadness, Blue gestured, and so it was that a picture, which contained
B l u e became a portal of
B l u e so that one Prophet of Blue could arrive. It would be the arrival of his dear friend, and the greatest of great apes: Harambe.
