Chameleon

Maybe that was it after all, you tried to flee the white and black for so long, but what if it was what you were meant to be?

If you think about it, it make sense, every time you tried to tie with a color, nothing was black and white, so what about black and white themselves?

This, this feel strange, it's the last option, and it seem logical, yet you arent truly sure of it.
If you truly didn't have color, then all of those mix and match and midlle-grounds you found yourself stuck in would mean nothing.

If only you knew who you were, where you are, why and when.
It would all be easier.

You could only wish to rest, you aren't exhausted, you don't even think you could ever be, but you just wanted to stop and lay on the ground.

Wake Up, &#è@ç~

Black is darkness
White is emptyness

Both are bad, Both are good.
You are so indecisive

Your just like me, you can't decide.

I cannot wait anymore.

If you can't make a choice, I'll have to leave you for now!

"What, who are you?"

Me?
I'm the narator, the creator, the 'god' if you want!

"So you made me?"

Yeah...

"And who I am?"

I don't know, I'm stuck
I have no ideas anymore
I think we're both lost.

"What do you mean? You created me!"

I know, But i don't know what for, i started making you to fulfill a prupose, and now i don't know how to continue.

"..."

...

"..."

I'm waiting for you to choose for me.

"So you are telling me that this is all your fault? I'm stuck here because 'Mister the Writer' has no idea what the name of his creation even his?"

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, calm down, It important that you choose!

"Then do it, Do you know what it is to be stuck in eternal limbo, running around trying to find what you truly are 'Mister the Writer'?"

You couldn't guess how much i know...

"Wha- ?!?..."

I... I'm sorry, but I need to go, I don't have time.

"No! Don't go, I didn't want to be mean..."

It's not your fault Nebula, but i'm sure you can write your story yourself, look at how much you've made!

"I barely did anything, i don't even have a race or a color!"

You should look into your reflection, Nebula, You made so much, I'm so proud of what you've done.
If only i could say the same about me...

"Before you leave, what's your name?"

I go by Stargazer here, but deep down, I'm still Stellar, the fallen star.

"So you're Stellar,"

Bye, Nebula.

"And I'm Nebula."

Maybe you are shaded, you nod,
"Stellar", what a strange creature.
You need to find a mirror, now that you have a name,
"Nebula" is quite a beautiful name.

You turn back on the room, there are still some shards on the ground, and one of them seem reflective enough.
You walk toward it, not knowing what to expect, but the sight is so strange yet so grand.

"That's... That's Nebula... That's Me!"