Iris, the Greek goddess of rainbows, wandered around ancient ruins. Modern times, cruel to the stone and concrete architecture. Tour guides claim the recently discovered city to be a time warp. Bull shit. White consumed her senses. Broken, pillars sprawled on the ground, white. What stood standing, white. Interior, white. But most of all, what troubled her – the white statues of the gods!
She stood in front of a lifeless version of herself. As if it compared. Time to take matters into her own hands.
Iris whipped out a paintbrush and pallet from her satchel. Humming to herself, colour restored.
“Stop! You’re under arrest for vandalising a historical site.”
The colour drained from her face. The twenty-first century sucked.