The sound of the clock could be heard around the town of Euphoria, the city of blast. High exquisite building was painted with such vigor of emotions, combining different shades of hues were splattered along the alleyways, serving as pathways for the citizens. It is no doubt that the city was composed of creatives kinds of tissues. It’s a heaven for artists if one could see.  

“Oh it’s time! It’s time!” little kids chimed in accord as they heard the sound of the clock ticking loudly. 

It’s been a mandatory practice for everyone living in Euphoria to hug, for in this way they gain their interpersonal relationship’s strength and it is one of the major facts that kept their little big community sturdy. Explosion of various colors with different shades of hues were created as children and adults hug each other, that it seems like there have been a rain of color dust everywhere. Each color produced has different meanings;

Red symbolizes love, excitement, passion, and happiness.

Pink symbolizes care, tenderness, and acceptance.

Yellow signifies joy, optimism, hope, and idealism.

Blue represents peace, tranquility, harmony, trust, and unity.

Purple royalty, nobility, and wisdom. 

Orange signifies balance, enthusiasm, vibrant, and attention

Green for renewal, youth, and health.

All in a mixture of different rays of meaning. 

But somewhere down the road of Euphoria, there’s a small town underneath the happy streets and laughters. In the eyes of a man, it looks like a neglected place. Abandoned one. However, it's a place of comfort and peace for Lilah. 

Living in a small stoned house with a chimney, there goes a girl living by herself. Well, it’s been like that for Lilah for almost 20 years. She has managed to stay out of the eye of the brightest people and have chosen to be a shadow over the brightest colors that spreads above her roof. 

In contrast to the vibrant hues flowing over her, Lilah was accustomed with dark colors. That have been set to be a stereotype of accommodating with loneliness, which is considered to be a feared disease among the world of Amuse. The world of delight, happiness, and joy.

Lilah has been kept in her house for almost the entirety of her life, but she was able to make life from it. Socializing from the darkest corners of her house with different kinds of shadow arts. It’s one of her hobbies. 

“Just a little bit…right there,” she whispered as the candle dance its way with the reflection of a chair that has been piled up with different sets of clothes, illuminating a shadow of a beautiful girl sitting with a bouquet of flowers. 

With intricate details, Lilah swayed from side to side as she painted the reflection that illuminated from the candle she’s built accompany with. And there it is, a girl sitting on a grandiose chair (thanks to Lilah’s creative mind) with flowers sitting on her lap, dangling on its knees were delicate flowers that is painted in white, with shades of grey and maroon. 

Lilah may never accumulate vibrant colors on her, but in her paintings, you’ll see that black and white can be more than a monotonous, mute, vintage vibe. She painted with such ease that only her could understand. But every painting of her, speaks abyss of her personality and emotions. 

Comparing to the majority, her color is muted, hair a dark shade of blue, but her eyes held a sea of emotions. Her appearance itself speaks of the negligence among her kind, outstated by her mother for years because of her being. Lilah have embraced it ever since. 

Every now and then Lilah would see glimpse of children peeking over the window, curious of what’s hidden inside. It’s been a routine for her, hearing muffled giggles outside of her window and seeing little shadows running here and there. 

Lilah may never be a part of the so-called society she is in, but her heart has always been a resting dough. No matter how dull her enclosure is, there is always a place in her heart that absorbs those pastel colors that speaks of tenderness - the very first time of laughter and smile she saw from her parents when she was a baby.

“Hey, hey be careful you’ll be bitten by that!” 

“I know stop tugging at me, I’m a big boy ya’know?”

“Big boy your 🤬 you twerp! Just come over here and see what I am seeing!” 

A conversation from two youngsters may sound like, could be heard outside. 

“Wow I’ve never seen such a thing as that” the boy gasped from such amazement.

“Though as fascinating as it may seem to be right now, I can’t help but to think that it looks like a burnt marshmallow.” The girl still in daze said, with a little to no humor.

After the “magical time” they’ve had, Via and Bram want to explore the wideness of dark green pastures that trails below the tunnel. So, they have been trying to sneak out from their parents to go underneath the busy road. With orange to yellow and red color dust still on their faces and entirety, they snuck out from their parents’ eyes and came to find themselves tiptoeing from somebody’s backyard filled with black flowers in vines and bushes. Dark ray of grass that enhances a different beauty from what they were used to seeing, they stared at the illuminating flower that floats between a rock. 

People whose born in Euphoria have been blessed to receive such telekinesis power that transcends from their brain towards their action. It was the beauty of mindset they have been implementing to their posterity for some decades already; to have a positive mind, composure and feedback. Different from their mandatory “hug time” it has been set to have the kind of mindset to build such a good relationship. And for Lilah, that fact itself retained on her mind but when she turned 7, the colors that she inherited from her parents seem to fade away like a tidal of waves washing through a painting. 

The two youngsters continue their fondness not until they heard a cough behind them - it was Lilah. She is standing on her slippers with flowy dress that hang below her knees; her hair flowed nicely up until her shoulders - stands there with hands clasped behind her back and a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips. A dark radiant color hovering her aura.

“Oh h-hi I…were….I am sorry to be barging in your backyard with n-no n-notice of r-respect.” The little girl apologized with a bow that was followed by the little guy beside her. It didn’t pass the eyes of Lilah of how the eyes of the two kids shimmered with nervousness and fright of what’s before them. For the two little human, the sight before them was an unusual and alienated sight to be seen because of what they were used to seeing. But Lilah just shrugged of the thought with nonchalance as she decided to brief the two about her growing Lenten roses and Helleborus. 

“It seems like you two have been enjoying your visit here…isn’t it?” Lilah asked in a serious tone. For others, Lilah’s tone of voice could mean an uninterested and emotionless one but on the scale of telling the truth and lie, it is Lilah’s own accent and voice. 

“Uhh well, w-we kind of got intrigued to g-go see the dark spot o-of the town.” The little bow answered, not hiding his nervousness within it. 

Lilah seem to not show any least of facial expression answered, “Ohh I see, nice thing at your age to be intrigued of such things.” 

“Well I’m assuming that you’ve been captured by my crafts out here.” Lilah continued as she started to walk near the floating flower, passing by the two curious doe of eyes watching her while keeping her distance.

“What is it?” Lilah knew from the beginning that when she started to mingle with others and if she’s not careless enough, her aura would radiate a big impact to someone who would share a physical touch with her. But she happened to be summoned by the fact that she’s been living alone since she turned 7 years old. Enough for her color to fade out and reveal her true self. 

“If you wouldn’t mind – “ the little girl asking stopped as she rubbed a foot at the back of her leg, a sign of hesitation lingering on her posture. “– if you wouldn’t mind us a-asking, w-why are you like that?” the girl lifted her eyes to meet Lilah’s but only for her to look down again to the hem of Lilah’s dress – uncomfortable of the dullness on Lilah’s face. 

“Well you see these flowers…” in what seem to be ignoring the child’s questions Lilah said, “ – they’ve been planted with such care from small seedlings, then nurturing them until they grow to maturity and when their buds started to pop out and starts to bloom with their own identities. You can’t blame them for their kind” Lilah said beckoning to the flower floating up between the rocks, “I can say that I was similar to them”. 

The two-child seemed to wear off the tilt of nervousness, as the aura that is clearly displayed before them turned to a shade of blue and yellow. 

“I-is this your creation?” The boy asked with such genuine curiosity while gesturing towards the floating flower. 

“You mean this floating thing?” Lilah asked with a perturbed face. 

“Uhh yes a-actually…” 

“Well yes, it’s been a teaching ever since we are born, right? Why…didn’t you have this? Didn’t your elders teach this to you?” Lilah asked with surprisingly a little high tilt on her voice, confused. 

“Na-uh!” The girl chimed, seems to be getting comfortable with the on-going conversation. 

A little shade of concern strides down the thought of Lilah as for the response she got from the kids. It made her curious whether a change has been announced for such a mandatory thing they were taught to since they were born. But it seems to wear off when the two kids started to slid their hands down the floating flower, curious of how it was doing it. So Lilah with the very least care she has, started to show off her charitable skills she suddenly wanted to employ to the two curios little beings. 

Lilah spent her life behind her door, embracing grief as her companion, darkness as her friend, and loneliness as her partner. Contrary to the world she was living in. 

Not until she was bored enough to go out of her shade, be exposed to the bright colors of her dawn, and socialize suitable for her taste - the infectious disease called "depress" start to spread like a carpet that hovered above happiness.  

Locking her door, she slipped off her slippers and went straight to her bed, she splattered like a starfish, staring on the grey ceiling with light from the kitchen barely reaching her room. Lilah’s house is something that you would wish to live in when your tired of the world’s field. It is not just a hiding cave and place for Lilah to settle with for years of living alone. It is something that her father built for her before he died because of the little empathy of the king towards their kind at that time. He built it for her with such unique dynamic skills, he was the one who taught her mind control, one who educated her to the very level of her understanding at that time about the beauty of mind. He was the one who built the foundation of her house and the same goes for Lilah’s persona. Her father was the one who reconstructed her after the unveiling truth was revealed when she reached the age of 7 – which is considered to be the stepping age of reaching a milestone of childhood years and entering pre-teen years. After that day, her mother has turned a cold shoulder toward Lilah, for such despondent because of her lack to cope with such traditions, always slumbering at family dinners over happy chatter. Her mother decided to outspokenly abandon Lilah by going out with some of her friends. 

Until Lilah’s pinkish and blueish aura started to completely wear off of her, that is when her mother decided to leave their family nest. But all of the actions of Lilah’s mother were contradicted by her father’s actions. Her father embraced her and never left her side until his time was up and fleet to the universe. Lilah never mourned for it, because she knew that death was peace and eternal rest for a living soul in a form of flesh. She succumbed right away through her tears that was soon after replaced by a sigh of relief knowing that this was it. And soon after she found art within those craving scars of past aches, she found beauty, and endless understanding within loneliness – to which no one could understand but only her.

Until then Lilah has been there for herself, as the colors she was used to seeing in front of a mirror faded, leaving her a color that speaks dullness she found acceptance right away compared to what she was used to before. It sparks a big headline out of her persona which she immediately adopted too, understanding and realizing who she really is. 

It was like a riptide of being taken away from the brightest face of Euphoria that subsided rightfully so, as she was being carried away to the dark side and realizing life was not about rainbows and cupcakes they were fed too since birth to the “Everland”. 

But Lilah know the limitations of being different to the majority, she always knew. In their world (Euphoria) their colors speak of their persona, their aura as their volume and signals – and that is a visible thing to the eyes of a man, displayed for them to see and recognize because that is who they are. Being different amongst her kind is a turning page, but it's not that big not until she gets out of her mind and goes rogue about it. Because loneliness is a disease in Euphoria. 

Lilah knew that she has to always keep the distance, cut the pavements and walk out without a fleeting bid of goodbye to not seal attachments. Because the moment she lets herself get into the touch and cut some distance, she can spread a massive disease that would make the king who had finished her father will wake up from the tomb just to send her out of the universe. 

That is why with all of her intent to go and teach those two little kids about telekinesis it would cross the line out of them. The kids would likely be unknowledgeable of it for the time being, but the elders sitting on the throne beneath the king are not oblivious of Lilah’s existence. But upon the conversation she had with the two little kids about not knowing telekinesis, Lilah knew some things have been changed after the years of her losing her father. 

Somewhere beneath Lilah’s thought, the king could perhaps fear the fact that they could make the first impression. Having such skills that most separated them from the majority. But Lilah by this time was to lazy to care about such concerns by now, the worries she had in mind fleeting away from her as nonchalance creeped down her veins. Soon after she accepted and dive into sleep.

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“Mom!” Via barged in from the front door of their house, hand in hand with Bram. After their little adventure down the city of Amuse, they scurried up to the road as the sun slowly goes down the tall buildings, indicating sunset, to go back home.

“My baby! Where have you been my daughter? Bram! There you are my baby boy! Come here, come here you two, come to mommy!” Celia beamed in excitement with opened arms. “Ohh I’ve been worried for the both you, though I know you two often go to some adventures.” Their mother sighed in relief as worries washes over her state. 

“What is it? What did you discover by this time?” Pulling away from the hug while staring down the two. 

“Well we just found some floating flower mom!” Bram said with a grin plastered on his face, showing off a missing tooth in front. 

“You cannot even believe it mom! We’ve seen such a thing”

“It’s floating mom!”

“Yeah yeah! That’s right! It was floating mom!”

“It was a black flower floating mom!”

The two kids beamed in excitement. But little did they know, their mother’s thoughts have been pulled into flashbacks, memories of the past that have been strangling her from living her life’s desires. It’s been a decade since she left the past life, she thought she disgraced.