I have the Beyonder power of the “Spectator” pathway from Lord of the Mysteries.
This power hasn't brought me much excitement at the thought of glimpsing hidden truths. Instead, it's like being forced to wear a pair of bizarre glasses that show the colors of people's emotions and can never be taken off. Right now, these “glasses” clearly reveal the chaotic colors roiling inside the middle-aged male patient before me, as if someone had spilled a paint set. The glaring orange-red of mania and delusion tangles deep within with a streak of dark purple symbolizing fear, while the edges are dotted with greasy bright yellow, the color of lies and a hunger to perform.
