Embedded in the misty, thick air, sprouting out through the forest of trees, lush and moist, green and lively, lingers a rainbow. A rainbow; red like a blazing fire. It devours the land greedily like the devil himself. A rainbow, green like the serenity of angels; calm and buzzing like an army of ants packing up for the cruel winter. A rainbow, blue like a caring river. If flows and creates a safe coven for the bustling creatures below. A rainbow, grey like a rainy day, the dull sky staring out endlessly and hopelessly. Purple as mysterious and majestical as the mountains beyond the horizon; the darkness enveloping you in as you stare into it mindlessly. Golden as if I was the Sun Goddess myself. Color after color, night after night, day after day, the colors change throughout, but the glistening rainbow still remains.