It's like hearing the colors chat when no one else is around. You know the shades have their secrets — little telepathic stories spun in different hues. I guess violet's always been a bit pretentious, huh?

Fragment: "When the green aura flares up, she dances around the truth." — Sylvia's voice? More like a ring of verdant bells, eternal in the ether…

There's a comforting rhythm in the bright symphony of it all. Occasionally, I lean in closer, hoping to catch the cadence of crimson's unpredictable rumble. Thoughts merge like watercolor, blurring the defined edges of reality.

Telepath:** So, the indigos wouldn't mind a waltz with rose tints tonight, just for giggles. Imagine their solemn faces, outlandishly blue, as they spin round and round.

Whispers of Aqua Mauve's Tune Back to the Fragments