Albert Bruce Benjamin walked outside in the clear rays of a red sun. He looked up and the sun was unusually colored red. It was the same dark crimson color of blood. The sky above was a dark shade that he could not identify. He was not sure what the color was, but it seemed akin to black. Despite the dark hues of the day, Albert could see clearly and take one step forward towards wherever he was going. If anything, his eyes had no trouble seeing everything so clearly. Deep down inside of him, Albert knew that the sun should not be colored in this way. He knew that the sun was supposed to be a bright yellow and the sky a clear blue. Despite this, the stark differences in color did not seem to disturb him in any way.