Sylph tried terminating the simulation, but to no avail.
For the first time in twelve years, she was afraid. She was terrified. She could not spend forever trapped inside her own mind. It was insanity.
As her thought soaked into the fabric of the universe, she'd felt something else: a faint whisper, an echo of a soul … she'd felt a presence, somebody like her, his warm thoughts reaching out to her in pulsating bursts of colors and music. Green, orange, purple and blue mixed into a rainbow of watercolor paints, dancing to rhythmic guitar, until they'd all merged into #8b0000red. The red turned into the digit 5 the color of an overripe strawberry.
Girl number Five, Adam said inside her head.
Colored tears of joy started to run down Sylph's cheeks. She was not alone.
"An artist trying to express his/her Artistic skills from her tears to the Blind world."
Sun staring beauty!
Greetings from Zorro