After the Colorless Catastrophe, the world faded into gray, and human emotions and memories also faded.
From that day on, no one can feel joy and sorrow, no one can remember love and hate, and civilization is withering in absolute "rationality".
But I, a pseudo-painter from a colorful world, became the only outlier.
When I dip my fingertips into the taboo "color" and draw a stroke on the gray world, the whole world will go crazy because of me.
The gods and ghosts are fascinated by me, and the world trembles because of me.
On the canvas, I am the only creator. Outside the canvas, everyone sees me as a forbidden disaster.
"Shh, don't make a sound."
"Let the show... Begin."
