Xanthophobia

In a yellow room constructed in a yellow space with yellow figures that so desperately believe they don't belong here.

In this yellow void runs a dammed pair. Two lovers who found a creature of unyielding curiosity. Dragging them into this space of singular color. Forever acending further into the yellow to break the mind to sunder.

To break the confines of atoms and molecules until they merge and fade and mix into the yellow.

Yet as these now broken souls dance their hopeful sorrows away to join the yellow choir, they hear a break in their new normality.

A shattering of this reality they now claim as a gospel, from which two figures emerge. A woman of desperate rage and a creature they witnessed before.

Two things different from the concept this reality knew. Breaking the constant yellow now existing as a constant reminder of the past, the two souls once named Markus and Delila lived.

As the memories flood of a world that is simply a kaleidoscope, they cry, fear, tremble in joy and anger as they realize how much they have changed. How much they now crave the yellow.

So much that no matter how much they beg and want to return to the life and family that once where real, even though they cry for it, they can't go back.

For this is now where they are supposed to be. No matter the memories or wishes that once where real.

The two figures stand towards each other, the woman dances her grapples and attacks around the thing as it simply stands and whistles.

The woman, who stands dressed in uniform, strikes the creature, her fists dancing around its unintelligible shape.

With each fiery roar of defines the woman shouts, her arm slowly drains. The outline of her existence breaks, and the yellow starts to seep in.

With each curse, the woman screams of people who once existed, the entity slowly withers. Leaving her in this void of yellow.

Yet she was desperate.

From her hip, she pulled a weapon the lovers once called a gun. Holding it with a hand that now looks more like it belongs in the yellow than the world she came from, she fired every shot she could.

As each bullet pierced the undefined body of the creature, no blood was spilled. For the bullets simply vanished into the uncertainty that was the creature she somehow gave a name.

As the realization of her fate set, she fell to her knees. Tears of yellow drowned her eyes as she was fading into this yellow reality.

The same questions lingering on her lips.

"Why?"

"What did we do?"

"Why do you hurt us?"

"Why did you hurt my family?"

"Was it my fault?"

"What did I do?"

"What are you?"

Just like always, the questions where met with the deafening silence of the creature's whistle.

However, unlike the lovers who walk this yellow plain of reality, she was not meant for this.

So the creature dulls its whistle to a soft and understanding tone as it stretches out its impossible hand.

Offering it to the woman.

Her eyes who fight against the yellow hue gaze upon it and without thinking, she takes it.

Thus, the two vanished from this yellow existence.

Leaving the lovers who now barely remember the names Markus and Delila that they once wore. Taking their hopeful memories of the existence they want to live instead of this yellow life.

Leaving them once more to dance around in the yellow. With their unknown bodies.

In this yellow room.

In this yellow world.

In this yellow horror.

Simply alone in the yellow.