32-Bit Color Depth Poem by Xiaoyuan Yin

（An announcement：The Color Test System is activated. This is the first warning. Please return to your rooms. ）
"Have you noticed it? What we are in is not in a hotel. Scarlet velvet couches, dark golden carpets and chandeliers are but a camouflage-
This is an institution. It seems other buildings were a green belt away, but you can never take a step outward. '
（Eyes blood-red, he grasped a glass of Depth Charge from the trolley,
and gulped it down.）A piece of cloth was clipped to the board sent to your room-
Purple, neatly cut.
"Why is purple a possible outcome? "
A Jacaranda tree by the window sprayed sparks in the storm, scratching the sky and made it bleed...
What kind of personality are you? Red or blue? They were penetrating each other this very moment.
Look at those pieces of porcelain, neutralizing one another, their outlines mixing-
A spindle-shaped vase and a napkin box mixed into some scallop-shaped ware,
Moving with a rustle, on the boundary between light and shadow.
A hypocrite lobby manager and a grumpy woman mixed into the sullen guest in Rm.1037,
The last person stepping out of the elevator was adhered to the wall.
- like a potato wrapped in candied floss! "Help！ " She cried out.
But there was nothing you could do. The outlines of everything were opening up towards the infinite,
while borderlines for colors shattered.
"This company, emerging from nowhere, has pronounced their breaking of the bottleneck of Photoshop, by successfully making 32-bit pictures,
which is definitely an astounding breakthrough：
Gradiant replaced mutation eversince."
Veronica's irises are like the Grand Prismatic Spring: emerald in the middle, garnet on the outer ring, and mustard at the edge…
Men drown in them described them as "a crescendo of hues", in which he witnessed his own soul being detached from his flesh.
Window frames shimmered with mercury luster.
They drew the curtains wide and felt the world outside:
"Super-5-star luxury and lustration, in the year 2023 we opened the boundary between objects…"
- Letters written on the scrolls, hanging from top of this skyscraper.
You were born and imprisoned in a picture,
brighter than you were in your previous life, but remained odorless