White

I've been doing prompts lately, and really enjoying it. If anyone reading this wants me to write something, send a prompt in and I will write it to the best of my ability. This was a prompt to describe a colour without using its name. It was an interesting experiment.

It's sharp, bright. It speaks of innocence and cleanliness, safety; a darker shade might seem contaminated, by the dirt or the pain or the tangy nature of a streetlight or an energy-saving bulb. No, this glimmers, refuses to be blocked out or changed. It shines, like the sun but brighter and untainted by chemicals or even distance. This is heavy, strong, it is defiant and sturdy, stiff with poignancy, as though to say 'I am incapable of sinking to your level', unable to dim or dirty even if it tried. It cannot be sullied. It is light, floaty, and cannot be touched by mortal hands. It is pure. It is the state of nature unchanged, the universe before the universe was born. But it remains predictable, like a sheet of paper, unearthly like a ghost. It is perfect and untainted. There is nothing like it. It is the purest, untainted white.