#overwhelming?

"What?"

"This!" It was a boundless response, and Aquamarine tried to see it. Somewhere in the vast expansion of self, there was something spectacular Cerulean saw that Aquamarine couldn't. "All of it, every little bit of it, you could just, you could fall into it."

"Fall into what?" Aquamarine asked again, exasperation growing as their friend peered longingly into the increasingly dejected void.

"The everything." Cerulean concluded, "The nothing."

"You're worrisome." Aquamarine sighed, "You've turned Prussian." Cerulean looked down to their bare feet, their toes inked with a color acute to azure, or admiral.

"Have you ever wondered what we're all here for?"

"Not particularly." Aquamarine shrugged, "I've wondered what I'm here for, sometimes."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Aegean asked. Aquamarine shrugged again.

"Is it?"

"I don't think so."

"You've already thought too much."

Steel-blue didn't respond, a color like dark cobalt swirling over their skin.

"Do you always change so much?"

"Change?" Gentian blue asked,

"Yeah, you were excited, now you kinda look, contemplative."

"Contemplative?" Capri-blue thought, "Like a muse?"

"Are you musing?"

"Not really." Traffic-blue answered quietly, "I'm wondering, maybe."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know a lot of things, Blue."