Spiral Colours 소설 & 이야기

I can't believe myself I ignored that statement. I felt everyone's gaze as I walked closer to the crystal(orb) . I put my hands on the crystal, closed my eyes and brought myself closer. Suddenly I heard the crowd gasping. I looked at the orb and saw seven colors. Black ,blue, red, violet ,white, yellow and the most obvious color of them all that catches my eye, Dark Green. Everyone seems surprised. This is getting more cliche than I thought it would. Someone please explain to me what is going on. This feels awkward in many ways.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

I closed my eyes as I anticipated Isabelle's attack and just then, I heard that fluttering sound once again as the wind brushes through my hair tossing my cap a far. As if something flew right above me and was gone in an instant. As I opened my eyes, Isabelle was gone and so was that something. I grabbed my cap and just as I grabbed it, I saw the broken crayon I carried last night to the forest. The indigo color. Clarisse has said that it was Arthur's favorite color.

Britney asked. Elena was still in tears.. "sssshhe collapsed" Elena replied, "But Ava is in the office with the doctor, you could go in if you want". Britney went straight to the Doctor's office as she was directed. She got in and met both of them. "What's wrong with her?" She asked them. "Calm down and have a seat" Doctor said to Britney. "You see, as I said to Ava before, Danielle has some symptoms which aren't normal and I'm really surprised that no one noticed them. She's been feeling weak lately, shaky hands and pale face, which are the symptoms of....". Britney and Ava were anxious and curious about what the problem could be. Ava knew those symptoms and could tell what the problem was

“Your allocation of elixir projects a far more radiant architecture than my own. Your fluid appears to contain a glittering stardust matrix somehow.” “Then let our hands execute an immediate exchange of the chalices,” Logan suggested, a warm smile touching his lips. He slid his crystal chalice across the timber grain toward my position, and my eyes marveled at the fluid dynamics for a prolonged silence. The structural color of the elixir presented a swirling convergence of deep indigo and violet hues, mirroring the exact aesthetic of the celestial Milky Way galaxy, shining with an otherworldly brilliance. My lips took a tentative sip from the rim, my eyes widening in immediate tactical surpr

It would’ve been rare if I didn’t find something I liked. This time, it was a thick spiral A5 notebook. The hard cover was an abstract motif in blues, with a discreet white crescent in the upper right corner and a little white star by it. The pages had the lines in navy blue, and the crescent and the star outlined in light blue in every upper right corner. It was love at first sight. It was calling my name like a siren, and I refused to ignore it.

To channel the whirlwind inside. My small studio space was a comforting mess of canvases, brushes, and tubes of paint. I didn’t plan. I just moved. I stretched a fresh, large canvas onto the easel. I squeezed paints directly onto the palette, not just violet, but deep cobalt, fiery cadmium red, streaks of gold, earthy ochre. The colors of the storm painting. The colors of him. Of us.

He stood alone with the painting. The spirals seemed to breathe in the failing light, the single stroke creating the illusion of movement, of two things orbiting each other in careful proximity. It was beautiful. It was honest. It was them—separate but connected, individual but aware, maintaining their own integrity while acknowledging their mutual gravity. He added one golden dot—centered between the spirals.

Bones. Scattered, broken, bleached and stained. Big ones. Small ones. Crushed. Cracked. Some still with tufts of fur. All of them arranged in a spiral—tight, purposeful, like a child’s drawing of a whirlpool. Like a map. Or a summoning circle. Kaela’s stomach twisted. “This isn’t a den.” “No,” Lira said. “It’s a message.” Kaela stepped closer, careful not to disturb the spiral. Her foot brushed something that snapped like old glass. She didn’t look down to see what it was.