It watches?
The voice. Rot in a stagnant tomb.
Leprous yellow flashes, shadows against the rubble.
It understands?
A nova the color of blood.
Images- a bent flower in a burned field. A faded sun. Warmth.
It watches?
Yellow.
Almost a sigh. A small death in the darkness.
It learns.
This was beauty.
It understands?
Red.
Susurration- scratches on a grave.
Images- a child, smiling, cherubic. White teeth. Unwashed face. A chipped toy held in its hands.
This was happiness.
It remembers?
Red.
Then . . .
Yellow.
Yellow.
Yellow.