A small moonchild tires of his white, white moon surroundings and whizzes down to earth only to find it a shadow-dark place without colour. He meets Eliza, who reassures him that the morning will bring colour, and together they watch the sun rise while the little girl paints all they see. The moonchild returns home with their picture and the paint box which he uses to bring colour to his world too.
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