Portal 2 - Any Colour You Like

Deep within the earth, light keeps descending in waves. With its golden fingers in the air, light dusts the empty labs with a rain of particles.

There is no barrier to halt its course, no screens stand to prevent it from spiraling down; the rays cascade in the bowels of Aperture, touching all the memories they can find. It is a feast on the past, a rule of remembrance.

Light caresses the overgrown branches, bringing to life the decay of the walls. Neon or sunlight, it does no longer matter; it is the principle of life, married with water, and they drink it in eagerly. Slowly, like that, germs of rebirth spread throughout the facility.

Slender hands, icy touch, its mercy brushes dust and pain off the dead surfaces. It is the worn seat of a chair, a broken keyboard, a screen — raining from everywhere, smooth lines makes it luminous again.

It is right there, on the crumbled edge of a test chamber, that the waves finally meet broken glass, and a tiny rainbow greets a few inches of wall. The event touches the broken memories of countless people — tinged in dispersed magic, as fragile and temporary as their own lost lives, it catches her eye.

In the devastation of a finished place, light lives on. It mourns their deaths and their memories, unaware, silent.

It is the one thing their ghosts have left to guide her.

And she follows, in infinite colours.