"Can't you see it? Can't you see the heavens hovering above the horizon, sprayed in shades that blend and cascade where the ocean kisses the sky?"
"No, I...I can't see any of that. But please, do describe it to me."
"I want to, but I fear my words are weak. My illustrations give no justice to the sunrise."
"Oh, is the sun rising?"
"Of course. Can't you see it?"
"No. I can't see anything. Just shades of gray, shades that swirl like rainclouds, shades that blend between the churning semblance of shapes."
"How long has it been this way?"
"I can't recall...there was no singular moment when which I lost my sight. The grays just seemed to slowly flood the surface of my eyes. Like watching a polaroid picture develop in reverse."