"No, Oscar..."
The Imperial Marshal slowly buried his honey-colored hair between the smooth tombstone and his arm. Heinessen's winter wind teasingly penetrated into the gap between the hair, bringing a low voice out of the lonely space:
"It's not that if there were no colors in this world, there would be no difference between blue and black, but..."
"... Without the difference between blue and black, there would be no color in this world..."