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Golden Symphony and Logical Collapse
I was born blind, but I have always lived relying on a special "sound imaging" technology. In my world, sound is color. That day, I was invited to a top-tier symphony performance broadcast globally. The theater was packed with audience, but all I "saw" was dead silence gray-white, because the audience was too quiet. Before the performance started, the conductor walked up to me and handed me what was said to be the most perfect fiddle ever created. I played the first note. In that instant, I "saw" an unprecedented, dazzling golden color. I was so excited that I almost fainted, and the sound of the fiddle became more and more high-pitched. However, just as I was immersed in the wonderful golden light, I suddenly felt a chill in my palm. I instinctively licked the liquid on my palm, it tasted like bitter almonds, and also like withered roses. At this very moment, I rushed off the stage like crazy, broke through the theater door. Every passerby on the street outside was smiling at me, but I dug out my own eyes while screaming. Three days later, all oxygen on Earth disappeared, but no one died.
I was born blind, but I have always lived relying on a special "sound imaging" technology. In my world, sound is color. That day, I was invited to a top-tier symphony performance broadcast globally. The theater was packed with audience, but all I "saw" was dead silence gray-white, because the audience was too quiet. Before the performance started, the conductor walked up to me and handed me what was said to be the most perfect fiddle ever created. I played the first note. In that instant, I "saw" an unprecedented, dazzling golden color. I was so excited that I almost fainted, and the sound of the fiddle became more and more high-pitched. However, just as I was immersed in the wonderful golden light, I suddenly felt a chill in my palm. I instinctively licked the liquid on my palm, it tasted like bitter almonds, and also like withered roses. At this very moment, I rushed off the stage like crazy, broke through the theater door. Every passerby on the street outside was smiling at me, but I dug out my own eyes while screaming. Three days later, all oxygen on Earth disappeared, but no one died.

Why can the blind man 'see' the brilliant golden?
Why can the blind man 'see' the brilliant golden?