Yellow was ruthless with its appetite and continued to devour the sky. The other colors realized their danger and fled for safety, streaking away from the horizon, but they would find no sanctuary. Yellow would eat them all before night came to wipe the sky clean so the colors could play again the following day. Perhaps orange would win then. Or maybe purple. Tucked away in the warm comfort of darkness, the colors slumbered and dreamed vibrantly of the waiting adventures and glory.