Every stroke in this world holds a spirit, and countless colors form worlds of their own.
Yan Zimo never imagined that one bizarre interview and one inexplicable accident would send him plunging into the Color Realm, a world cut off from humanity.
Here, the lingering echoes of ink and brush flow, and the spiritual light of colors ebbs and swells. It is a secret otherworld belonging solely to creators.
Deep in the Lonely Ruins, Xing Tubai lives alone at the end of time, dwelling in ink and guarding a realm of mountains and rivers painted in color.
He has watched countless artists come and go. Cold and distant by nature, he kept the world at arm's length, yet the young man from the human world who stumbled in here broke through the silence that had lasted for years.
One is a human artist, trapped by reality, whose strokes conceal tenderness.
The other is a man returned to ink, long guarding an otherworld, his entire being shrouded in cold hues.
The gap between their worlds begins to loosen, while the scales of art grow ever more unbalanced.
Algorithms devour passion, and the heart's true purpose is trapped in the tide.
They meet amid the mists of color and the ruins of ink,
using their brushes as guides and color as their pact,
giving all the most vibrant hues of the human world to the abyss, silent for hundreds upon hundreds of years.
A barren age encounters new colors, and cold ink finally meets a soul full of warmth.
Theme: The world was once a blank white canvas. Then color spilled across the sky, and from that moment on, everything had a name.
