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Red.
One of the primordial colors of humanity,
It’s the color of blood,
the color of love,
of anger,
of sacrifice,
of danger,
and of courage.
Red.
For some it’s considered a bad omen,
for others,
It's considered the color of fortune.
Red.
Like love,
like passion,
like violence,
like rage.
Red.
The temple,
with its dusty carpets,
the frayed banners on white walls,
the old robes of the priests,
and the blood of the believers.
Red.
Like the sunset,
like the soil,
the leaves,
and the Seaspring.
Red.
Like the clothes,
gifted by Kuras,
like the glow,
of Leander’s face,
like the blood,
that stained Mhin’s hands,
in the alley,
like Vere’s hair,
like Ais’s eyes.
Red.
Running down Ais’s arm,
painting the walls of the alley,
the innards,
that spill across cobblestone.
Red.
Eyes
that turn to me,
amidst the carnage,
piercing my soul.
Familiar eyes,
from the darkness,
of my room,
from my dreams.
Red.
Like blood,
that spills from my lips,
soaking,
the fabric of my clothes,
coating,
the tentacles behind Ais,
clinging,
to our skin.
Red.
A constant in my life,
the only one.
On good moments,
and bad ones,
happy ones,
and,
the painful ones.
Red.
Eyes,
again,
the ones I know,
back to normal,
but full,
of emotion,
of confusion,
of realization,
of fear,
and,
of pain.
Red.
The last thing I see.