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Milky white.
It was the first color he ever saw, cradled in the arms of what had seemed like a pale apparition before, famished, White tore him from its grip, before that blazing color engulfed his vision—milky, yes, but not of precious nutrients, of the coveted sustenance that mako would come to usurp, as it was in his next breath that he remembered being strapped to the table, plump hands the pigment of soap cuffed by steel, seared to a wailing crisp by the incandescent White of the operating light...
He had learned to cling to blackness ever since.

TheUltimateShay Fri 12 Sep 2025 12:30AM UTC
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