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The silver diagonal line of a girder, contrasted against the light and dark yellow of the surrounding rubble. The matte almost black of a puddle covering much of the ground in the other direction. Elenai stared for several seconds at each one and tried to calm her mind. But the frustration remained, even in this quiet empty place, and because of its emptiness there was also no Coloursign.

 

            People who could naturally make Coloursign, could project the patterns of light and colour onto the world, were a bit special, unless they were Elenai, who couldn’t quite do it right and always coloured herself blue. And it was always a slightly off-putting shade of blue. Ripples of it spread along the wall, media of light that said nothing, but screamed emptiness and wrongness....