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Opening
At the Heart itself stands the throne of false harmony. Here all colors are fused into one even light — and that is no peace, but a muteness, a calm bought with every voice.
The Lord of Concord smiles: "Fall still, and there will be no pain." I know that smile — so the Void, Chromat, and the First Grey all lied. True harmony does not silence the voices; it weaves them together.
Ending
I unmade the false concord — and gave each color back its voice, without letting them fall to war again.
From the sundered light is born Prisma, the Edge of Dawn: "You heard the difference between silence and peace. Lead — and I will be your first ray."
The throne stands empty. Above it, at last, the Prism-Heart lies open. And at the very light stands the one who was before light.






