There's concrete as far as the eye can see. All you can see is gray. The buildings are gray; the sky is gray; the people are gray.
It's been gray for months. Years, probably. Maybe even centuries. The people have become desensitized to the gray. It no longer bothers them. They don't even remember color.
They move about their daily lives as if in a daze. They never stop. One million people, two million people, three, four, five million people. All moving mindlessly through an endless amount of gray.
They pass each other but never see each other. Everyone is nothing more than a dark gray blur. Their eyes are gray. Their souls are masked. The people are all of one color, one size, one mind. What do they care of their fellow man?
The concrete jungle is a man eat man world. Survival of the grayest. Anyone who arrives who is not gray quickly fades. Only a matter of months before he becomes gray, too.
