kalopsia | l.h

kalopsia

"What shade she is on now?"

He looked down to his notepad, reading through all of them until he found the one.

"The last one.... There's no definition to this shade."

Confusing played with his face expression.

"What color?"

He looked through the whole notepad once or twice until he froze.

"Gold. The Greek mythology called this phase κατοχή κλειδωμένη λογική."

"I don't speak Greek, Lucas."

"Neither do I but I know that this shade, will make you wish never found out."

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