Everyone is sleeping at the city without color.
Not a single soul in the streets. Not a single sound.
When the dark, black night comes, all the inhabitants get into their houses to have grey dreams.
They don't know what a color is. For them, everything is white, black or a gray tone.
But this is not bad.
They're happy with their lives, their grey houses and their white, bright days and black nights. They see the beauty of their monochrome forests, they enjoy their lack of greens, reds, blues...
Would it be better for them if their world were full with colors? who knows...