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The grandest season on Paunk is called Neon Summer.
It is the time when the planet’s colors run deepest, its light burns hottest, and its Color Particles are most alive. The sky rains down gradients of electric blue, the waves churn with fluorescent pink and mint-blue foam, and the air is thick with motes of colored light—like neon snow that never falls.
But this year, the Grey Tide came early.
It was thicker, colder, and hungrier than ever. A wall of grey fog pressed in from the edge of the planet, devouring clouds, streets, and seas. Even the Primal Hue was eroded, its heartbeat faint. Color Particles began to fade. Summer was losing its color.
The Primal Hue sent out one final, powerful resonance.
The Brockis set out!
