Disclaimer: I do not own Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica and their characters.

This fanfic is the fifth volume of Year Zero series, you can find it in my profile.

This is an "engrish" translation. I am doing my best, but feel free to tell me if it is unreadable.

I see...

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see blue.

Calm and reliable, something you can lean back on with the certainty that you will have support. However, if this color is gone, what will become of you? Beyond a spiral of resentment? Foolishness.

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see yellow.

Conviction like fire burning on a trail of fuel. Too bad that fuel is emotion. Never a good guide. From optimism to death on a whim.

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see pink.

I know it well, it's a tint of red. There's love, there's passion, there's strength here. But this color is not red. It tries to hide this weakness as a desire for survival, which shakes its judgment and reason.

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see green.

Very familiar, the color of hope. Of vain hope, rotting in its stagnant lights. Allowing life to devour life is its eternal nature. Hateful.

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see purple.

I forgot that color existed. Its lust is unpleasant. Its presence is sneaky and dangerous. You should not be here. Begone!

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see gray.

The killer of colors. A tool of revenge. But I don't fear it, quite the contrary, there is something peculiar about it that attracts me. Its desire to disappear, carrying with it some sorrows of its misery, I can feel this noble feeling.

Twirling, twirling, this fine mix of colors.

I see white.

Like its twin, black, it's all and nothing. Beginning and end. Where there's peace, there's sterility. Where there's safety, there's oppression. When the whirl of colors reaches its apex, which one should arise?

I see...

It's a fine mix of colors, but it's not spinning. It still moves, but not of its own volition.

I move...

Am I this fine mix of colors? What is it? They are not just colors, but lines, glows and shades. All this makes me.

I remember...

I'm not the only one, this fine mix of colors. We live in a world of volumes and dimensions, with distances that are measured with rulers and hearts.

I remember...

This isn't my world, this fine mix of colors. A kaleidoscope looks at me, its face lit up. It's the cycle that shines, the light so that there is shadows to rest.

I remember now. I could not see.

Its voice, this fine mix of colors, uttered words I already knew.

Welcome!

Welcome!

Hinata Matsuri.

This will not be the last time you will heard about her.

This oneshot got pretty short, but the next one should be big enough that I could call it a 'longshot'.

Do you want to see Madokami in action? Homura? Mami (Nagisa included)? Then wait for 'Vorago'.