"Yes," Shen Wei breathes, blinking hard. The colors aren't in place of his vision, yet in their newness seem to take up all of his sight, the field of poppies and the man before him seen through an agitated, pulsing cloak of red.

He staggers away from them, seeking any patch of earth not covered in poppies, and finally stops in a clearing of grass with a ragged breath. Blue fills his vision. "It isn't stopping."