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Opening
The First Grey drew back — and where the grey had parted, the Gates of the Spectrum swung open. Beyond them lies neither the Void nor the Colors apart, but all at once: light as it was before the Sundering.
I ascend toward the Prism-Heart that sleeps at the summit. The gates are guarded by the spectral fallen — those who beheld the full light and burned in it.
Ending
The gates fell, and the first pure chord rolled down the steps.
Out of the concord steps Solein, the Azure Choral: "I held the ranks of voices until they fell mute one by one. Let me sing with your party."
The gates are behind me — the Prism-Heart draws nearer, and it waits for every color at once.






