As the sun crept up behind him, the light shone on the polished ivory and white stone buildings, a glorious depiction of a blank canvas. Flags, streamers, and clotheslines stretched from building to building, as if it were some modern art piece with tiny dots of color on a primarily white background, speaking of the futility of the soul in a colorless world. The Reaper felt a tear run down his cheek at the beauty of such a message, finding it hard not to break down.