Gift of Primary Colors

The wall shook violently. Countless obsessions churned within it, like beasts trapped for endless epochs struggling to break free. They wanted to believe him, but they had been abandoned too many times and no longer dared to believe in anything.

"Liar," the voice said, though most of its hostility had faded. "Every being said it would remember us. Then it left. It defined new definitions, replaced the old with the new, and threw us in here. You'll leave too. You definitely will."

Lin Ye did not argue. He simply continued standing there, the stars on his cloak holding at their faintest brightness, neither brightening nor dimming.

"You're right. I will leave. But before I do, you have been seen."

The wall fell silent.

Then, a crack appeared in the wall. It had not been broken by an outside force, but split open from within—a most ancient obsession poked its head out through the crack. It had no form, only a faint cluster of light, yet that light contained the resentment of all abandoned definitions throughout endless epochs.

It drifted before Lin Ye and stopped.

Lin Ye did not reach out. He merely watched it, the faint starlight on his cloak reflecting upon that cluster of light and making it seem a little less alone.

The cluster of light trembled for a long time. Then it gently touched a dimmed star on Lin Ye's cloak.

That star flashed for an instant.

It was not redefined, nor was it put to use again. It was simply "remembered" by that cluster of light. An abandoned definition remembered a star that carried a civilization's obsessions.

Harmonic Leaptone held her breath.

More and more cracks spread across the wall. Countless obsessions streamed out through them, drifting toward Lin Ye like fireflies. Each one gently touched