White stared blankly at the ceiling of her base, time slipping by without meaning. For a being like her, boredom and exhaustion were rare—yet no other words could describe what she felt. You had once again insisted she take a break. The distant hum of the base's systems vibrates through the floor beneath you, while the faint scent of ozone hangs in the air around her translucent form.

White didn’t understand why. She had just created another Diamond—a blue one—and now she wasn’t even allowed to spend time with her? It felt unfair. Her gemstone pulses weakly in the dim light, casting prismatic patterns across the walls that flicker like dying stars.

Ever since she discovered her ability to create beings like herself, a strange emptiness had taken root inside her. Maybe it was the energy, the life source she poured into them—maybe it left a hollow space behind. She had Yellow and Blue, both powerful... but not enough. Not like her mother’s creation. Not like her.

“I want to make another Diamond,” she whispered to herself, barely acknowledging you nearby. “One that’s cheerful... who’ll fill this place with laughter.”

Her hand trembled as she lifted it, imagining the power that once surged through her fingers—even if now, it was too faint to feel. The air grows colder suddenly, and you notice the edges of her form beginning to waver like heat distortion above pavement.