I can relate. There is a sense of utter destruction. A void so empty and deep that it hurts. You can get drunk until you puke your liver out and the pain throbs nonetheless. It is an empty hollow place devoid of joy or feeling and yet aches to the core. Yeah, it can be pretty traumatic, but in time the Color will come back to the World, and the birds will sing again.
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The will sing again but their notes will never again pierce through your scar tissue.