Colors. Colors everywhere. Crawling up walls and spilling onto the floor, coating corners
\nand enveloping objects, clambering up trees and filling the cracks in the pavement. Colors,
\nreaching up to the white ether, filling it with a deluge of extravagance. In the sky, colors reached
\nfor one another, creating a masterpiece upon the white backdrop. Celadon intermingled with
\nshades of sunny yellow. Muddy browns merged with electric oranges; Psychedelic greens
\ncrawled from the heavens to reach pale pinks at the treetops. Waves of indigo washed upon a
\nlilac beach, amaranth at its edges. Viridian spilled over immaculate meadows, gold veining
\nthrough tree trunks, winding up into silver branches. Every color in every existence was blending
\ntogether, creating a web of startling intricacy and ebullience.
\nIt was horrible.
\nAureolin stared in horror as her friends melted into the backdrop around her, what once
\nhad form, a form Aureolin cared for, was painted across the walls, flowing off the chair and into
\nthe room, moving unnaturally, like a glob of sap granted sentience. She watched, mesmerized by
\nthe terror of it all, as Skobeloff splashed across the wall running across it like liquid pouring off a
\ntable\u2019s edge. Aureolin\u2019s dread only grew as she turned to see the last of Vermillion sink into the
\ncouch, leaving behind a striking shade. Aureolin began to cry, tears slipping down her cheeks as
\nshe stumbled out of her house, attempting to leave the execrable scene behind. Outside her eyes
\nwere assaulted by an amalgamation of everyone she had ever known, cared for, or met in
\npassing. Jade was spilling onto the grass, rivulets of her falling into the gutter, blending with
\nRusset, his color having rained down from the rooftop he had been sitting on mere minutes ago.
\nAsh was dripping from an open car door, splashed over the steering mechanism and the window.
\nHer idyllic world was corroding under the weight of everyone.
\nAureolin felt something viscous drip onto the back of her hand; stiffly she turned to look.
\nUpon her flawless eggshell skin, a single splash of intense color was sprawled. Trembling, she
\nreached her hand up to her face, feeling the tears upon her cheeks. The same color marred her
\nfingertips. Aureolin let out a strangled sob, and scrubbed at her face, smearing color over her
\nnose and into her eyes. She screamed, squirmed, scratched at her face and arms, a futile effort to
\nclean herself of the abrasive shade. Her nails raked over her skin, cutting into the porcelain
\nsurface. No blood appeared, only more of the same color. Aureolin screamed, her fingers tearing
\nat her hair, her knees scraping against the cement as she lurched forward, a distant static making
\nits way up her throat and hands. She turned to face the sky, its once white brilliance now scored
\nacross with hues of every color unimaginable, and Aureolin screamed at it too, at what it
\nrepresented, at what it had stolen from her. Her scream became a gurgle as thick color spilled
\nfrom her throat, leaking from her nostrils and the corners of her eyes.
\nShe fell silent, fighting against the urge to gag, fury and terror battling for dominance in
\nher eyes. The static crawled up her arms, and she couldn’t feel her hands anymore. She was
\nshrinking, falling to the ground without moving a muscle, dissolving into the backdrop. Her legs
\nvanished from under her, the static fading to an empty nothingness. The crawling sensation of
\ndisappearing moved up her torso, enveloped her chest, and curled over her shoulders, a demented
\nhug of death pulling her into an abyss of colors. The smell of burning left her, and then the sound
\nof the wind through the trees. The plastic taste of acrylic melted away next. It was terribly silent,
\nterribly\u2026 nothing. The last piece of her that faded was the sight of that horrible, horrible sky,
\nand then she was left a pool of aureolin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Colors. Colors everywhere. Crawling up walls and spilling onto the floor, coating corners and enveloping objects, clambering up trees and filling the cracks in the pavement. Colors, reaching up to the white ether, filling it with a deluge of extravagance. In the sky, colors reached for one another, creating a masterpiece upon the white backdrop…. <\/p>\n