Chroma Ascending

The forest wasn’t green anymore—it shimmered.

Each leaf caught the light in its own hue, refracting like stained glass underwater. The air itself pulsed faintly, soft waves of color folding over each other—blue into gold, violet into coral, rhythm without sound.

She stepped carefully, the ground alive beneath her boots. Every footfall released a faint luminescent bloom that faded as quickly as it came. In the distance, the trees bent toward one another, their branches weaving light into invisible patterns above.

It wasn’t a path she followed, but a tone—vibrant, shifting, alive. The pulse led her deeper until she reached a clearing where the color broke into pure radiance. For a moment, the world dissolved into motion: form without edge, self without boundary.

And then she understood—this was what it meant for the world to breathe in color.

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WE&P by: EZorrillaMc.