Natural Blue
Once she recovers from the shock, Chell starts seeing it. The landscape is all around, and the colours are vivid enough to split in half her field of vision.
There, even through the stabs of hunger, she can tell the difference; after a while, the lights look warm and soft, while the hue of everything holds a gentler note.
Her breath is frantic as she tries to get herself on her feet. She does not remember the moment when she collapsed – all she cares about is devouring everything with her gaze, ahead and so much further, until she finds the very point where the universe got tired and dropped its paintbrushes.
It is a sight she cannot remember – even her training as a test subject is not being of much help. Turrets, blue bridges, spirals, tunnels, portals; it just doesn't add up.
It has to be true anyway. And when she realises it is golden all around, with no artificial orange or electric blue in the depths of this sky, she knows it is for real.
She closes her eyes, not to see the red. The red nobody could stop has chosen to pour out on its own, poisoning her mouth and painting her fingers. She deletes the taste from her tongue, cancels the screams, removes the overwhelming pain tearing her up from the inside.
No matter what happens; she will not ruin the oil painting she is lying on. She would rather drown forever in this silence, in the call of the wind.
This prison is too beautiful.
It's been a looooong time.
Inspired by Coming home, the latest masterpiece by wonderful fanartist muriraRK/did-you-reboot.
It's good to be writing about my Chell again.