When the world faded into emotionless gray noise in his ears,
When emotions in her heart were reduced to samples to be repaired that needed precise analysis.
An incorrect diagnosis led him to her realm of silence - there was no medicine there, only a cold light as clear as water, and a thousand-year-old glaze waiting to be awakened.
He tried to steal a little color from her to dye the melody of his own voiceless voice;
Little did he know that she had already quietly become the only living palette in his world from the first stroke of inner color he "heard" for her.
——"Teacher Shen, now, if you listen, what color am I?"
——"... It is 'secret color porcelain'. An eternal mystery, only for specific people and light to reveal its unreplicable glaze color."
——"So, how long is this 'specific' valid for?"
——"... Until the kiln fire goes out."
