Black and white

I grinned as I walked into a deserted paint station, and so did the person waiting. I was the first tribute to care. Through the young trainer I found out rarely tributes visited this station, even though it seemed pretty important for survival, and not something usually people did back home, like starting fire. We went through different shadows of the same colors before he introduced me to plants that produced paint when properly used. It was simply fascinating. I thanked him and promised to visit again before leaving for lunch