Argral.
The color a newborn sees before it opens its eyes. Slippery, slimy, sticky red, color of dawn, birth, fresh starts and new blood. Color of the place where it all begins.

Barakh.
Fiery, fierce color of passion, violence and burning pain. Color of struggle, of violent revolts, of love and hatred that move history. The color of the world when it burns.

Fuelawl.
The color one sees with closed eyes after staring at the sun. Pallid, putrid color of sickness, envy, desperation, fever and obsession. Color of addiction, the one one can't stand and can't be without.

Trombites.
The nonexistent color, color of the taste of mint and lime, of the scent of freshly cut grass, of pine trees in a warm rain, of polar summer that only lasts a few weeks. Color of the futility of life and fruitless attempts to make something out of nothing. The color of a time that has hopelessly passed away.

Oettiboshi.
Icy, cold, ashen color of failure. Color of bleak mornings, of cold water showers, of wet feet and hurting knees, of the moon in polar night, of a lifeless rock instead of ground, of the smoke still rising from burned out fire, of tired muscles and quenched hopes. The color of everything going wrong.

Oiaua.
The bluest shade of blue, color of transcendence and serendipity, of peaceful observation, of calm and composure. Color of the ocean where the water is the deepest. Color of the kind of freedom that can only be found on the other side of desperation.

Uexaps.
The color to end all colors, the purple that is brown, orange, yellow and green. The same color in which the final stop is marked, the color of the ugly thick line that crosses, sooner or later, every path, telling one they can't go any further. Color of endings. Color of the secret place where all the other colors come to die.