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Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe
Step into the Red Ward.
This isn't mourning. This is the scream after silence.
The Red Chromakey is emotion unchained-
forged in fury, love, and everything in between.
Where the Black Ward is grief buried cold, the Red Ward is grief set on fire.
It's the second domain of the Chromasylum, and it feels like your pulse is trying to claw its way out of your chest. This is the place where suppressed fury resurfaces-raw, wild, and molten. The walls bleed. The floor cracks beneath stomping feet and shouted truths. Here, everything is too loud-because silence means you've surrendered.
The air smells like iron and ash. The heat doesn't burn skin-it burns restraint.
The Red Ward doesn't ask why you're angry.
It demands: "Why did you wait so long to let it out?"