Red

It started with a red line; that extended into a blue line, doubled over and formed a white crack. This separated and conformed into a green circle that spun around and winded itself into a pearly and twinkling star. That, was soon stomped out into a square; stretched and dissected into an octagon that was red, but had no words. This ruptured into a stream of diagonals, running every which way. The lines converged at a point and left nothing, but a dot. The dot: absolutely meaningless. The dot convulsed, blistered, and seizured until all that was left was nothing, but a mere red line, left to connect all the transactions that had previously converged to form a dot, signifying nothing and everything all at once.