Imagine if we were all color blind [like if we all only seen in black and white] and only a selected few would be able to see in color, and they all end up having important roles in life, helping people identify signs or stop-signs [the ones that are in the middle of highways]. And ones to steer clear of, ['enemy-lines', like the Nazi Flag, not meaning to sound awful or anything that's offensive] how to know what is what, and not to feel left out about just being..bland.
And those few would create things, not only art, but other things, like ways to make people actually see color, and so they wouldn't doubt themselves of growing to be nothing.
They would help them cope with things, almost like therapists, and after a certain time, focusing on the good and not the bad, they'll wake up one morning, the sunrise beginning, and they see the beautiful pink across the sky, dancing on the clouds, and they'll smile, happily, and maybe even shed a few tears in happiness, and they'll whisper, "I really am special."
The reason they'll say that is because the 'selected few' would be treated specially, differently, and even praised of their newest creations that no one understood but them.
And those people would slowly loose their sight of color, going 'mad' or 'crazy', creating the most terrifying thing to the newly-color-seeing-people, since they also loose their sense of creativity, inspiration, and even sanity.
It'll slowly flow away from their souls, leaving them just like the others at that certain time;
Lost, Abandoned, Pained, Numb, and just what people used to call Normal.
And if they haven't died from 'their acts', when they least expect it, they'll wake up, and see everything again. They'll even whisper, "I wish you could've seen this, T/N."
(T/N=One-Of-The-Many-People's Name) Since they all knew each other.)
Those 'selected few' would whither away, being put in Homes as their Old Age/Death consumes them.
They'd just be lost in History, forgotten, and hardly-ever thought of.
And, one day, when the few Kids who can't see color sit in school, still wondering if they'll ever see color, will hear of many heroes who helped people see color. How they left a bit, yet un-important, impact on life. Those words will basically be music to their ears, and that would start a new legacy of 'a-selected-few' by being the famous ones for not being able to enjoy the beautiful thing known as color. They'll basically beg for it, so they can at least know the soft, soothing pastels,
Or the meaningful, bold signs and letters or color that will also leave an imprint, but on their soul itself.
But either way, they soon forget about the subject matter 'seeing color'.
All of the struggles they went through, not telling anyone of it,
And, if only it would be a miracle, they would be able to see color, like they've yearned for.
They'll be in a store, looking at a few things as they blink, seeing the faint yet vibrant pollution of color spill from a certain object. They close their eyes for a long, good 7/9 seconds and when they open their eyes, they'll practically almost fall from the joy of seeing what they've waited for, for years.
They can't wait to tell everyone.
But they stop,
Thinking, 'Am I just going to be like the others?' They don't want to feel left out in their group of 'special people', to stop being misfits with them, crusaders, almost.

Basically that is how it starts.
Good Day, *tips imaginary fedora*
-Adam🐝🏳️‍🌈