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Imagine a hue called “florinth,” a quave of pure glimvex trembling in the hushspace between sight and silence. It is neither warm nor cool, but eerily slyntric—soft-bright and hollow-deep at once, like a swirl of yarin mist set aglow by hidden trellume. Under a nakel light it murmurs into lantiv tones; under shadow it hardens to stark veridi.

Florinth stains the mind with a gentle kreeve, letting after-sparks of wenth and ousil flicker across the edge of memory—colors you sense only when you stop looking. Should you try to name its undertones, you’d find them sliding into nimt and velar, forever uncaught, forever just beyond the reach of the ordinary palette.

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