After the Colorless Calamity, the world faded to gray, and humanity’s emotions and memories faded with it.
From that day on, no one could feel joy or sorrow, and no one could remember love or hate. Civilization withered under the absolute rule of “reason.”
But I, a counterfeit painter from a colorful world, became the only one of my kind.
When I dip my fingertips into the forbidden “color” and paint a single stroke across this gray world, the whole world will go mad because of me.
Gods and ghosts are captivated by me, and the world trembles before me.
On the canvas, I am the sole creator. Beyond it, everyone sees me as a forbidden calamity.
“Shh. Don’t make a sound.”
“Let this exhibition… begin.”
