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Colour of Tea Tasted: Neon but aqua.
Description: Isolation and pain and insects and - stubborn, stubborn life.

Your commentary on its flavour: The memory didn't come subtly this time: starvation, insects. There was food but it could not have been edible.

The memory was so bleak - and the memories within the memory, of gruesome deaths and endless pain. Sarviur shuddered to think of it. How would he fare under such circumstances? Could anyone have reacted differently? It seemed so painful, and so pointless. The brewer's envy of the ants' freedom (and perhaps their quick mortality) shone loud and clear. Under any other circumstances, he would have laughed. What was freedom? But here...here, perhaps, it was something that could be excused.