Hues of a magnitude of types swirl around me, darting around my legs, wrapping around my arms, and swimming through my albino hair. Some of these colors I have never seen before. My village, Shade, had only heard of these in legends. Our founders discovered the danger of these tints and sent them away, out of reach of the hands of our enemies. The colors of folklore seem to have been locked away in this Limbo-like place. It was my great-great grandfather who was the deciding factor of shipping the hues off to... what should I call this place? Hmm...
