Shikrar gestures at you.
Color seeps from the world, leaving the area cloaked in monotone shadow except for a vivid purple glow that lingers around you.
You feel suddenly giddy and free. It is as if until this moment you lived burdened by unseen shackles which have been removed by Shikrar's spell.
The threads of prophecy gripping you groan inaudibly as they are forcibly unravel from about you.
The world rapidly resaturates with color.