Anya felt it not as a structure or a silence, but as a new color in the spectrum of their shared reality.
It was a hue that had no name, a light that did not originate from any source, but radiated from within the fabric of existence itself.
A gentle, pervasive glow that re-contextualized every other color, making the familiar seem new and the simple seem profound.
It was the color of empathy, made manifest.