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[elloran]

Strange. One would have thought I would be used to the new wonders they create for my enjoyment. Certainly one should be able to see beauty and art in everything - especially something a great craftsman has made. And after two hundred years in the Inquest, one would think I could no longer be disturbed by anything.

Yet this new fog-form is disquieting. I rather dislike the shade of yellow.

I shall ask Sajit to find something more pleasant for me to see. Something less...odd. Still. How silly of me to be afraid of something so meaningless!