There was only purple.
In Ikem's view, the world was so.
An endless, swarming purple.
There were traces of other things within the purple.
He saw an impossibly long chain that curled in the sky, having no beginning or end.
He saw a floating island that had the peculiar shape of a machete.
He took in the sight, feeling a sense of familiarity with the purple world.
There were little purple creatures in the air as well, some of which resembled tiny humans.
The others resembled animals of different kinds.
He saw a deer run by his face, and a bear chasing the deer.
The bear in turn, was chased by a hunter with a bow and a sack filled with arrows.
Behind the hunter was a huge lion.
'Incredible.'
Thousands of the purple creatures filled the strange world.
They frolicked about, seemingly carefree.
At first Ikemefuna thought they were having fun, but when he looked closer, he noticed the tension on their faces.
They did not speak.
