In the radiant world of a tablet, where applications were like cities and icons like little houses, lived a small, cheerful square named Pixie. He wasn't just any ordinary square. Pixie had the most beautiful, brightest yellow color you could imagine. He resembled a piece of sun that had wandered onto the screen. Every morning he would joyfully roll across the smooth surface, jumping from icon to icon and greeting everyone around.
One day, when Pixie was playing tag with a message icon, something unexpected happened. A small, somewhat clumsy Program Bug scurried around nearby. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Pixie's color code, which was neatly written right next to him. The Bug tripped over the code. It scattered like a tower of blocks, and all the letters and numbers got mixed up.
"Oops!" cried the Bug and quickly gathered himself up. But it was too late.
Pixie looked at himself and was horrified. His beautiful, sunny yellow color had vanished. All that remained was a sad, ordinary, gray square. He was without color, without sparkle, without joy. He drooped all four corners and quietly sat down in a corner. The other icons tried to help him, but no one knew how to restore his color.
Then a glowing white arrow appeared beside him. It was the wise Cursor, the oldest and most experienced inhabitant of the tablet. He had seen everything and knew how to handle every problem.
"Don't worry, Pixie," spoke Cursor in a calm voice. "Your color code isn't destroyed, it's just thoroughly mixed up. I know where we can fix it. We must journey to the Palace of Colors."
A small spark of hope gleamed in Pixie's gray eyes. "To the Palace of Colors? And where is that?"
"It's in the very heart of the tablet," explained Cursor. "The path is long and leads through various applications. But together we can manage it. Ready for an adventure?"
Pixie nodded. Although he was still gray and sad, the thought of an adventure with his friend Cursor gave him courage.
Their first stop was in the Gallery application. It was a land full of pictures and photos. It looked like a huge museum, where walls were dotted with memories. The path forward, however, led through a complex maze arranged from dozens of vacation photos.
"We must find a way out, but we mustn't touch any picture, or we'll get lost in it," warned Cursor. Pixie carefully watched how Cursor moved. He noticed small gaps between photos of the sea, forest, and smiling faces.
"Look! There!" pointed Pixie with one corner. "Between that castle photo and the dog photo is a little path! It's narrow, but I can get through there."
"Excellent, Pixie! You have great observation skills," Cursor praised him. Together, step by step, they passed through the entire maze and found themselves on the other side. Pixie felt a bit better. He discovered that even though he was gray, his sharp eyes still served him well.
The next application on their path was the Music Player. Here everything was different. The whole world pulsed to the rhythm of music. Instead of solid paths, there were colorful sound waves that rippled through the air like long ribbons. Before them stretched a wide digital river of silence that they had to overcome.
"How do we get across this?" asked Pixie with concern.
"We must jump on the sound waves," said Cursor. "But be careful. You must jump exactly when the wave is highest, so it carries you as far as possible."
A cheerful song with a fast rhythm was playing. The first jumps were difficult for Pixie. He was uncertain and almost fell several times. But Cursor encouraged him.
"Listen to the music, Pixie! Not just with your eyes, but with your whole body! One, two, three, jump!"
Pixie concentrated, listened to the rhythm, and jumped. And then again and again. He discovered that it was actually fun. He jumped from one note to another like stones in a stream, and the cheerful music played to his step. Soon he was laughing and didn't even notice that they were already on the other shore.
Finally, they arrived at the Palace of Colors. It was a magnificent, glowing structure that changed colors every second. Before the entrance stood three enormous gates: one glowed with bright red light, the second with fresh green, and the third with deep blue.
A smiling Guardian in the shape of a star emerged from the palace. "Welcome, travelers," he greeted them. "I know why you come. You want your color back, little square."
Pixie eagerly nodded.
"In our digital world, it works differently than with crayons," the Guardian began to explain. "Colors don't mix here by combining colored clays. Here they mix from light. All the colors you see on this screen are composed of these three basic lights: red, green, and blue."
He pointed to the three glowing gates. "To regain your yellow color, you must know that yellow is created by combining precisely determined amounts of red and green light. Your task is to pass through these two gates and absorb their essence."
Pixie looked at the gates. How should he do this? Cursor winked at him encouragingly.
"Remember, Pixie, how you passed through those pictures in the gallery and noticed details? And how you jumped on waves in the music player and felt the rhythm? Now you must use not only your eyes and ears, but also your mind and intuition."
Pixie understood. He needed to understand the principle. He knew that yellow was a mixture. He looked at the red gate. It was like a burning heart. He carefully approached it and touched it with one corner. He felt warmth and energy flowing into him. Then he moved to the green gate. This one radiated a feeling of freshness and peace. He touched it.
When he touched both gates, something wonderful happened. From both gates, thin rays of light reached toward him – one red, one green. They surrounded Pixie, swirled around him, and merged. Pixie closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling, on the knowledge that this was his color. And then, slowly but surely, the first yellow spots began to appear on his body. They were pale, but increasingly brighter. Gradually, his entire gray surface transformed. He glowed again with the most beautiful, brightest yellow color!
"I did it!" crowed Pixie with happiness and began to roll. He was yellow again, more radiant than ever before.
The Guardian smiled. "Not only did you regain your color, Pixie, but you also understood how it's created. You are wiser and stronger than before."
Pixie's and Cursor's hearts were full of joy. They bid farewell to the Guardian and set off on the return journey. It was no longer just a journey home, but also a journey of new discoveries. Pixie was no longer afraid of any obstacles. He joyfully jumped on sound waves and smiled as he weaved between vacation photos.
When they returned to their home application, all the icons welcomed him enthusiastically. "Pixie! Your color is back!"
Pixie told them about his adventure with a spark in his eye, about the wise Cursor, about the maze of photos, about jumping on sound waves, and about how colors mix from light.
From that day on, Pixie wasn't just an ordinary yellow square. He was Pixie – the adventurer, explorer, and witness to the secrets of the digital world. And although the clumsy Program Bug sometimes appeared by chance, Pixie now knew that he could always regain his color. He knew that even in the digital world, just like in the real one, the most precious things are not only what we see, but also the wisdom, courage, and friendship we find on our journey. And so Pixie lived happily until the next system restart.