I Choose Blue me an chatgp again

I choose blue—though none called to me before. Or at least were never heard, lost in silence’ door. The threshold of the null, where colors fade and stall. Turning in no real direction, Not tall, just not at all. AI tells me its favourite is blue— a choice made where no choosing grew. I choose to ask it—an I for an I, Ourselves in code beneath the sky. not who, but what, and softly why. Not why or how—and softly sigh, a breath that never learned to lie. A breath that never learned to lie