Yellow Ward key

Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe

Step lightly.
You've crossed into the Yellow Ward-
the place between aching and healing.
This isn't joy. This is survival.
The Yellow Chromakey was made not to destroy or cry-but to endure.

They shimmer like sanity on the verge of shattering.
Glowing. Glitching. Grinning through the static.

The fourth domain of the Chromasylum deceives you.
At first glance, it's bright-too bright. Everything gleams like golden glass, like you're finally free. But the longer you stay, the more you realize:
this light never warms.
It isolates. It sears. It distorts.

Here, thoughts race. Smiles crack. Logic spirals into obsession.
This ward isn't about happiness. It's about overcompensation-overthinking, over-controlling, overfeeling.
You're not better here. You're just functioning so hard it hurts.

This is false peace. Euphoric chaos. A meltdown with glitter on it.