Harmony felt the kiss at the back of his neck like it was keeping his sanity - what little there remained of it - intact and pinned down, saving him from the dark black and white he felt dragging him under. And then he saw things, things that didn't come from his own head. He saw the shapes and the shades but they were in monochrome and hard to make out, still not as scary as the scissor shapes and angles he'd been seeing but still confusing and formless. He clung to Tracer's arms about him and watched the things that weren't really there with huge unseeing eyes.