The world of the monochrome
Long time ago, primal creatures slept in plasticity, refusing to clear contours. Sand clocks ran without losing from their chaos. Darkness surrounded it all in eternity.
One day, a feather and a pen came to visit armed with black ink. They transformed the primary mass into lines and plastic shapes on a white surface. Those shapes were filled in with layers of blackness. Then came human particles, fake animal species or just unreal things into existence.
Eventually, the new world of movement was born from that previous chaotic world.