42.1 You walk out into the water. You seem to walk for a very long time, and yet you do not sink beneath the waves. You look behind you, but the island is only a speck, far in the distance. The sunrise before you is more beautiful than ever. In fact, it seems to be getting closer to you as you walk.

"The sky is pregnant." Says a voice behind you. You stand to see two children, a boy and a girl, standing on the top of the water.

"Who is the father?" You ask.

"The sun, if course!" Says the boy, sounding scandalized.

'We're about to witness the birth of an entirely new color." Says his sister, smiling.

And as you gaze at the sunset, there begin to appear see specks of a color you have never seen before. The color begins to grow more and more intense, transforming the whole sky, the children, and even you, before fading into the twilight.

After that you make your way home, although I'm not sure how, and become a painter, obsessed with this new color, like Van Gogh with his yellow. For a while, you create a stir in the art world, but eventually people realize that your paintings aren't very good, and leave you to your simple folly.

THE END