[Sometime during the day, as this new exhibit makes its debut on the living side, the dead, too, find that something has changed -- though it's much less visible, and much less artsy.

That internal itch that has been bothering you settles a bit, light as feather, like finding a missing limb. It's now a bit sore, but more in the way an unused muscle is sore. Could be worse.

Chu Wenshan will have a vision of a flash of purple.

Tiamat, on the other hand, will glimpse a curling, blood-fresh red for just a moment.

That's all! Nothing else to see here.]