The interior of the dome, where all light seemed to have vanished, looked like a world from an old black-and-white photograph.

The once vibrant forest, alive with the breath of nature, had now turned into a black-and-white ink painting, with every branch leaving behind only dark silhouettes, as if drawn in ink.

The leaves, tinged with a faint gray, looked as if they had been touched by frost, rustling with the wind like shadows.

The shadow foreign being, which ruled this monochrome world, existed without form, like a black fog.

It did not walk, yet moved; it did not see, yet sensed; it did not breathe, yet survived.

True to its nature, following the twisted laws of the Color Universe, its movements completely ignored the physical laws of this world.

Through the cracks in the Color Universe, the shadow foreign being descended to Earth, and around it, everything began to change into a monochrome world.