It started with my hands; instead of the usual slightly tanned skin there was a light grey, as if I was in a scene from a movie that was decided to be vintage instead of the most recent color restoration and now they were washing out all the colors. My eyes moved to the ground, even the green grass with brown spots was turning gray. The color seemed to melt from the tips and cascade down, then seep into the ground. I looked up and the blue sky was now bloody gray, like the way droplets of water slide down the walls. I turned in every direction, in every possible angle and saw only white, gray and black. I didn't even realize I was squeezing the poor cock in my now clenched hands until he squealed in pain. My eyes widened and I looked down to see what I think was blood - a dark gray liquid - dressed on my hands and oozing from his wounds. The thin black lines were still there too, advancing further on the bird and increasing their pace as they encased the bird in their cocoon of black lines. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the reflection of what the scene looks like and I turned to face the alien world with the cock still in my