In what was once called the Land of Color, there were many witches, each with their own color: the Red Witch of Anger, the Blue Witch of Sorrow, and the Yellow Witch of Joy. But only one, the Colorless Witch Lien, had no color at all. From a young age, Lien was judged for her lack of color, and she was sent to live alone in the Colorless Forest, far away from the country. The Colorless Forest was, like Lien, devoid of light. There were no trees, no sky, no flowers, only a dull gray. Lien was unable to create color with her magic, making the forest even more lonely. One day, a strange witch came to the forest, wearing a hat with seven different colors on her head and a small palette in her hand. “Hello, I'm Carla, the Palette Witch, and I'm on an adventure to find the true colors of the world!” Lien was wary of the strange witch, but Carla wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she walked up to Lien and took her hand in hers. “You have such beautiful colors inside of you, Lien, you just haven't brought them out yet.” That was the beginning. Carla wandered with Lien through the colorless forest, searching for hidden life and emotion. She found a subtle silver-gray in the rain-soaked mushrooms, a warm light green in the moss swaying in the breeze, and a faint pink in Lien's laughter. “These are the colors of your emotions.” Carla carefully placed the colors on her palette. As each day passed, Lien's world grew more colorful. The trees took on a pale brown color, the flowers began to take on a soft lavender hue, and even the tips of Lien's hair took on a faint glow. At last, Lien had found her own color. It was a color from nowhere, a color unlike any other witch's-a color of transparent light. A light that encompassed all colors, empty yet full. Carla laughed. “You were not colorless, but a witch who could hold all colors.” From that day forward, Lien was known as the Witch of the Light Forest, not the Colorless Forest. And she quietly took out her palette for those who, like her, were lost. The Colorless Forest, now the Forest of Light, was no longer a lonely place. The blades of grass that once glistened with a faint light now swayed gently as if to welcome the footsteps of people, and a palette of colors bloomed in front of Lien's little house. One by one, the witches of the Color Lands began to visit Lien. Though cautious at first, Lien greeted them warmly. The red witch let go of her anger and turned to the calm color of brick, the blue witch let go of her sadness and turned to the color of the dawn sky, and the yellow witch turned to the softer glow of sunlight. Each of them found their own new color in Lien's palette, and within it, emotions and stories they didn't even know they had. One day, it was time for Carla to travel again. Lien looked wistful for a moment, but as she took the palette away, she spoke quietly to Carla. “You showed me the colors of the world, but I saw myself because of you.” Carla smiled broadly. “Now you can be that light for others.” Every day since then, Lien has opened her palette and whispered quietly to the wanderers, the lonely children, the ones who haven't found their colors. “Your color is there, you just don't know it yet.” And so, the witch who had once been called colorless became the witch with the most colors in all the world. Her forest expanded endlessly, and many colors began to bloom within it. And the story is still being told, quietly, in someone's mind. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)