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Most of the time, when we think about something, we just dub it as, say, a happy memory, or a sad one. An angry one. A nostalgic one.

There are a lot of different kinds, really.

But did you know that they're organized? Yes. Yes, they are.

Your mind is a complex thing, and it has many sectors and sections. Memories of all kinds are sorted into those by colour. It just so happens that humans don't sense them.

Except for one.

Y/N L/N has always been able to somehow 'see' the colours of her mind. She has several colours, but she can only sense the major ones.

And she's always loved her ability and used it to sort herself out on the inside, even if she's a mess on the outside.

But when she uncovers a new colour, her mind suddenly becomes messy without warning, and she's left feeling confused and befuddled with her surroundings, trying to find out what it means.

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