The world of colours could be quite grey sometimes. Every day was new and unique but at the same time, there was always some repetitiveness. Navy and Baby Blue were always on some kind of drama. That drama would be voiced by Coral Red,  and Emerald Green would always scold them for openly participating in gossip. 

And every day a wacky, unordained, catastrophic event would inevitably occur. A day ago, it was Emerald Green’s engagement party with Turquoise. The party was at its peak when a flock of wild birds crashed into the centrepiece. Yesterday an evening game of board games invoked the wrath of Sunny Yellow, the games. The games were shredded into pieces before Sion and the colours could finish the second round.

Today, Sion was lying on the spot patterned couch, a page-turning book in hand. She could hear Baby and Navy Blue bantering outside, their voices rising with each insult thrown. Amber was lying next to her, cuddling with her pet feline. Amber named her“Cinnamon” because of the warm-coloured fur that speckled her. In Sion’s opinion, the name was just as original as naming a fish “Bubbles”. But Amber was never her friend because of her creativity. 

“You are so annoying!” Baby Blue’s squeaking voice vibrated against the walls of the house, the siblings were finally stirring up their daily dose of drama. In Sion’s opinion, both of the siblings would have done great in theatre. Sion saw Coral Red peeking at the siblings through the shutters, whispering bits of nonsense now and then. Red’s eyes darted between each Blue every time the other spoke, absorbing each remark as soon as it was sputtered out. There was no doubt that they would race to Silver to recite everything said, with some extra spice added in between. 

That was the best part of Coral’s stories. Their tales would be reacted with acting, arrays of hand gestures, and witty side remarks. Coral Red would also do rather well on the stage, Sion decided. Though perhaps not as an actor, a narrator’s role would suit them so much better. 

As the Navy and Baby Blue’s argument fizzled down she immersed herself once again in the world of fiction. The novel she was currently dazzled by was a page-turning mystery, every character was suspicious. Surprisingly, even the protagonist was worthy of doubt. 

Slow orchestral music flowed through the room, encasing the air in a sense of peace. Sion could hear Cinnamon’s soft purring hidden underneath the music, somehow blending in with jazzy tunes. She felt the corners of her mouth tug up and was filled with gratitude to be surrounded by such a wonderful display of the world.

The smooth tunes were suddenly peppered with snappy words. Sion frowned at this but didn’t bother to change the song, Amber appeared to be especially enjoying the music. They danced with Cinnamon, the cat’s small paws trying to catch up with Amber’s quick feet.

“Vuela?” Sion looked at the sky, confused. She could have sworn that she knew no colour named “Vuela”, but the name still faintly reminded her of something. Or someone. She looked at Amber to see if she was the one who uttered the name but they were still waltzing. 

The music must be serenading someone called Vuela, she decided.

“Vuela!” This time the voice was more urgent, and Sion felt the house shake a bit at the urgency of it. She looked around to see if anyone else noticed, but everyone else was still the same. This time, Sion decided not to ignore the voice. She stepped closer to the object that projected the music, and once again the voice was projected. Its pitch was significantly higher, and as Sion stepped closer and closer to the music the voice became louder. 

She was inches away from the music, peering inside it when she was sucked into the overwhelming world of light.