A machine looks at a city and answers with five colours. Then it hands the brush to you. Four rounds, one window, no correct answers.
There are no rules. Only looking.
Four rounds below
Type a place — a capital, a village, the street you grew up on. The machine has no photographs. It reads the name, the way you would read a stranger's handwriting.
river haze#B9BFC0
wet granite#5C6B73
plane-tree bark#C8A27A
shop-sign red#D94F3D
night water#1F2A33
Shanghai reads cool and layered — a grey city that keeps one red for itself.
Five colours, no name. Cities are more recognisable than we admit.
Someone describes a colour in words. You have three dials. Find it.
“The green-grey of rain on old stone, one hour after it stopped.”
Yours
The sentence
Every city is really thousands of small colours nobody photographed. Add one you have actually seen.
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