[ TT ] Re-Imagine

They called you many names, liar, deceiver, and your personal favourite, a phony cheat that intends to undermine the government ’ s authority. 
 
 But you ’ re not a liar, this you know. 
 
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 It starts when you could put you thoughts into words. 
 
 You told your parents that the world was beautiful. You loved the green plants and blue skies, you loved white clouds and vibrant buildings, you loved the world that you lived in. 
 
 They had chuckled then and patted your head. They called you a precious child, with such a wild and creative imagination. 
 
 And you grew up thinking that describing items with colour was a ‘ wild and creative ’ trait. 
 
 *It was too late when you found out it wasn ’ t. * 
 
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 You love history books. One of your personal favourites writes about the past of the city that you live in. 
 
 The pictures within the book depict bright blue skies and green plants, a bright yellow sun and chirping indigo birds. 
 
 You realised then, that the world you saw was of the past. 
 
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 You aren ’ t a liar. 
 
 When you had first opened your eyes, colours of every kind imaginable had surrounded you. 
 
 You aren ’ t a deceiver. 
 
 You remember when you told your friends to look at the purple flowers. You remember the looks everybody gave you the next day when you returned to school. 
 
 You remember it all. 
 
 They had told you to stop lying. You had asked them how do you stop something you had never done in the first place. 
 
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 The flowers that adorn the potted plants upon the windowsill are Violet. 
 
 The birds that fly high in the sky are Indigo. 
 
 The sky that spans across endlessly is Blue. 
 
 The plants the grow inbetween the building cracks are Green. 
 
 The sun that shines high up in the sky is Yellow. 
 
 The fire that burns everything in its path is Orange. 
 
 The blood that flows through their veins and onto the ground is Red. 
 
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 The world is beautiful, with its endless colours and bright lights, with its chirping birds and blooming flowers, with its green plants and blue sky. 
 
 The world is beautiful. 
 
 The world is colourful. 
 
 The world is… right. 
 
 You are… right. 
 
 They are…~~right~~ wrong. 
 
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 Problem: How do you make them realise that what you are seeing is the past and them the present? 
 
 Your Hypothesis: If you return everything back to the past, then they will realise that you aren ’ t a liar. 
 
 Your expected result: If returning everything back to the past is successful, they will be able to see colours and realise that you aren ’ t a liar. 
 
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 You have a plan. 
 
 To return everything back into the past, you intend to destroy the city ’ s power generator, since there was no electricity in the past. 
 
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 *In the end: * 
 
 They don ’ t call you a liar anymore. They call you a monster now. 
 
 But they can see at least one colour now, they know that you aren ’ t a liar. 
 
 You brought colours into their lives, and you are happy.
