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// elementAggregator's Golden Rule (Estee's "Yellow Immortality") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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...you see it's irrefutable,
It's fixed in fact immutable-
Your senses, they don't trick or lie;
That's what you see in your mind's eye.

Tawny. Amber. Beige and hazel,
It's an accurate appraisal;
Your past is truly cast in hues
Bereft of greens and reds and blues.

A palette made up of close fellows.
Their common trait is taint by yellows.
That's the chroma key supreme:
That golden glow, that shine, that gleam.

Our universe's endless essence:
A transcendent iridescence.
A cliché theme to all our sagas;
All our alphas, and omegas.

But surely there were always others?
Magenta, mauve and all their brothers.
Cobalt rivers, deep jade glens.
Those must still have existed then!

Violet violets! Rosey roses!
Mint green mint held to our noses!
No, we can't have simply lost
That turquoise tint of window frost!

A childhood with every scene
Awash from pink to octarine!
The autumn colours numbered millions!
A world dyed in deep vermilions!

They're all right here and plain to see!
They can't just *now* have chose to be!
So yellow is the one true *Prime*.
But why so peerless in past time?

Well here's the heart of your confusion:
Your memory's a grand illusion.
You forgot most of what you've lived;
Drained away, a leaky sieve.

We've *barely* the capacity,
No matter our tenacity,
To give more than a shaky hunch
Of what we even had for lunch.

Each picture of your history,
The losses, ties, and victories
Are fabricated recollections.
And wholly holey self-reflections.

When asked to audit life's receipts,
Your mind just shrugs and simply cheats.
Your eyes take stock of what's around,
And crib a story from what's found.

Built from parts that still exist,
You are your past... and missing bits.
You're all that's left, what gets to stay
When all but yellow fades away.