In a village of unprecedented hues lived Sinthea, bearer of an ancient seal. Her horns, carved from the shadows of night itself, marked her as the Keeper of the Flowers, a role passed down from generation to generation. Her eyes, twin pools reflecting the depths of space, held a melancholy wisdom that spoke of her lonely duty to protect the bright colors of the village from the creeping monochrome curse. Every drop of color on her skin, a battle scar from her encounter with the ghosts of gray ennui, bore witness to her determination. Legends say that her colors can restore the forgotten beauty of the gray world, but only if one's heart is true to the call of the spectrum.