On the first floor, Zoe quietly observed everything, letting out a soft sigh.
This time, it could no longer be doubted.
Camellya was indeed a four-color visioner, a condition extremely rare.
To call it a disease seemed off; perhaps it could only be described as a special ability?
She was simply ahead of others by a significant margin, yet this made her feel out of place in the world, branded as suffering from an "illness".
Now, her earlier excitement during their online conversation made sense to Zoe.
The kind of person who knows the truth but can do nothing but face solitude—such a person, when confronted with sudden understanding, would surely be overcome with emotion.
Zoe could easily imagine it.
A girl who had learned she was a four-color visioner, someone who had struggled to get into an art academy in order to convey the true nature of the world.
How lonely she must have been.
From the beginning, Zoe had been engaging in a battle of wits with the air itself.
She had never had a peer.
But now, watching Camellya step to the balcony, letting the cold wind blow through her hair as she gazed into the distance, something changed.
She suddenly realized, perhaps, Camellya could indeed be considered a peer.
A sense of connection rose within her.
It wasn’t the shared ability to see more colors that made them alike.
Rather, it was the shared loneliness that felt familiar to her—so much so that it felt almost like a reflection of herself.
One was sober when the whole world was intoxicated.
The other had grown so distant, so high, that no one could approach.
Both carried an extreme isolation.
Extreme loneliness was a profound and silent experience, as if one were standing alone in an endless void, surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence, with even the stars beyond reach.
This type of loneliness wasn’t just physical solitude; it was the desolation and separation within one’s soul. It was like walking through an infinite desert, each step sinking into the soft sand, and as soon as the footprints were made, the wind wiped them away. Every cry was absorbed by the dry air, leaving no trace of an echo.
However, Zoe's physical strength had grown, and with it, her inner fortitude had strengthened considerably. For now, the solitude didn’t affect her too much. If anything, she had other pursuits that distracted her from caring.
But not everyone was like Zoe.
After a moment of thought, she didn’t approach this “peer.”
Since she had confirmed they were the same kind of loneliness, her purpose for coming here had already been fulfilled, and there was no need for further interaction.
But…
She had promised Amigo that they would meet.
So far, she had carefully maintained her distance.
With that thought, Zoe focused her mind.
Her telekinetic power activated silently, sending a gentle breeze through the air, sweeping up petals that had fallen from an art exhibition held on the ground below the balcony.
The petals rained down gently upon this grieving “peer.”
“Let’s say this counts as a meeting,” Zoe murmured.
She then retreated, quietly returning to Benny’s side and observing as Benny vehemently criticized Martin' clumsy imitation artwork.
Meanwhile, the soft petals twirled through the air, resembling a flurry of pink snowflakes, or delicate sugar frosting falling from the sky.
The sight caused a stir among the onlookers below.
It also made Camellya forget her sorrow and loneliness, instinctively reaching out to catch the petals.
As her palm touched the delicate petals, a glimmer of surprise flashed in her eyes.
