How Colors Were Born by Nataliya Zaboychenko

 White walked through an empty world.

He went from nowhere to nowhere. The desert of the non-existing world rolled under the white's non-existing feet as he headed from white to white. From empty to empty.

White was lonely among the white. He was scared of merging into space around. He was scared to become "nothing", so he tore a piece from himself and created a friend. Red. The Red friend burned with desire, Red looked around and exploded with The Big Bang. With fire, sparks and fireworks, creating everything that could exist. Red crafted bonfires, candles, love and war. Red dripped onto the canvas and the world broke out on it.

White went further through the world, while Red was crafting passion, desire and anger. Red was heating the stars, while White went on looking at the planets. One of them was hovered at the edge of the universe. It has not seen its first dawn yet, so White descended on this planet and tore off a piece from himself to made the first sunrise. White called it Orange and Orange filled the planed.

Thread by thread, unravelling himself, White gave Yellow to the planet, ray by ray illuminating empty lands. When White realized that there was nothing for Yellow to illuminate, he tore off Green from himself and established grass, forests and jungle. Trees, flowers and weeds. Yellow painted the dandelions, Orange stroked the leaves of the trees.

White took a look at all of this and tore off another piece. Blue. White ordered Blue to shelter and protect the small planet. So the Blue sky spread over the world.

When the plants began to wither, White created Indigo, Indigo filled the canyons with seas and oceans, rivers and lakes. He fell from the sky in small drops, and settled in the pits in wet puddles. He touched the tops of the pine trees, turning some forests indigo, and blew on the daisies, casting indigo on them.

White froze on the hill of the new world, watching the forests, seas and the sun, but he felt that something was missing. The final touch, the last edit, the ending drop. That is why White created magic. He released Violet from himself, and Violet split into billions of small sparkles of magic dust. Violet magic dust had settled on the seas, filling them with fish. It settled on the fields, filling them with bugs. And it settled on the trees filling them with birds. 

Admiring his creation, White walked through the fields and hills until he reached the lake. He bent over the lake and saw in the reflection someone dark and Black. He couldn't turn Black! When did it happen? Someone, who used to be White, began to cry, shedding his black tears on the ground, like ink drops on the paper. And so the sense was born.