Her hand stopped. Because her reflection in the monitor was no longer her own. It was a figure painted in every pigment at once—a human-shaped bruise of all colors, grinning with a mouth full of lapis lazuli teeth.
Her monitor didn't show a swatch. Instead, a drop of pure, impossible blue dripped from the center of the screen—and kept dripping, sliding down the glass, pooling on her keyboard. Mira yelped and jumped back. The blue was so deep it seemed to pull light inward. She touched it with a gloved finger. It was real. Wet. Cold. pigments 4download
Mira looked at the folder again. There were 214 pigments. But at the bottom, greyed out, was a 215th file. Her hand stopped