The light from Andar's transformation spread across the tiers of the audience, and the audience could not taste it.
The audience tried with every mouth that had grown along their lengths over millions of Existences, with the multiplied appetites that the Painter had refined into the only language the audience knew.
The audience reached for the light with the same hunger it had reached for every flavor the Painter had ever served, and the light did not enter their mouths, because the light was a presence, and presence was not in the vocabulary of hunger.
Not being able to taste something delectable in front of them was a torture that this audience had not experienced before, and they hated it.
The audience had been hungry for millions of Existences, but the hunger had always been resolvable, as the Painter had always served the next flavor without fail.
Screams that would drive Primordials mad emerged from them as the audience went mad with hunger.
