Two minds suddenly sit next each other.

One is bright, warm. It paints its own world in a couple colors, but with great vigor and expression. Variety is not their forte, but boundless enthusiasm makes it quite a sight to see.
The other one is a meticulously crafted grid, different type of color co-existing in a chaotic way.

An oxymoron of a system, where the orderly conduct meets color rebellion. Cold logic meets warm feelings.

Each one is a world.

They can interact with each other, perhaps even influence each other, but they are separated by a fine line. Co-assistance is an option and perhaps one side could learn to show the more color variety, while the other could learn to show a lousier sharp, but they are separated.

Alone.