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The dress maker. Once upon time in Zaporia, color wasn't just worn, it was owned. The aristocracy hoarded chromatic fabric rights, turning it into the ultimate status symbol. The more powerful you were, the more colorful the wearer. Did you see Lady Voss's ensemble at the Luna Gala? Her silks barely shifted to Ceruan. Clearly, her family's influence is waning. Perhaps she should consider marriage alliance before her garments fade to lower Zaporian gray. In Lower Zaporia, color was forbidden to wear. yellow scarf could mean imprisonment. What's this? Please, it's for my daughter's doll. Call her contraband. That'll be two weeks wages or 5 weeks in the jail. Shame you can't stitch half of those sketches. No limits, just ink and rebellion. Just moment. got it. Chromatic silk. How did you Don't ask. Upper Zaporia isn't as careful with their disposal. can finally test my theory. Aaron, one stray threat of color and they'll shut this place down. We better stitch them quickly. Keep your head down, girls. Why are they so afraid of us wearing colors? It's not fear, child. It's control. What happened? The powerful claimed only those with refined sensibilities were worthy of wearing color. simple minds wouldn't be able to process the emotional complexity of wearing colors. Careful with that tongue. Have you told him how? I've been studying the scraps from the factory. The living silks don't just respond to refined sensibilities. think they respond to any human emotion. Thomas, color is everyone's birthright. For 3 weeks, she barely slept. The fabric defied everything she knew about textiles. It wasn't programmed. It was alive somehow. Not alive like plants or animals, but alive like feelings. You don't just show color, do you? Interesting. You missed curfew announcements again. People are talking. Look at this. It doesn't just respond to emotions. It responds to everything. Heat, sound, touch. How? It's It's like conduit between the fabric and whoever wears it. What do you feel? It's warm. Like when someone hugs you. It's showing your feelings. What is that? Something want you to try. Are you insane? If I'm caught wearing anything with color, please, LRA, trust me. call it empathic silk. can feel it. What's it like? Like it really knows me. I've spent my whole life being told that color wasn't meant for people like us. Aaron, what exactly does this fabric do? think it amplifies emotions. For the first time in my life, feel seen. And if what someone truly feels is arrogance or hatred, then we have to be very careful who wears it. We need to show others revolution one garment at time. Revolution often begins not with grand gestures, but with secrets small enough to hide against the skin. For the first time in generations, the people of Lower Zaporia carried color with them, not as badge of status, but as reflection of what had always lived inside them. The colors were subtle, just enough to give them hope. You don't understand what it's doing. One boy who's never spoken in class. gave him bookmark with your fabric. Yesterday, he raised his hand for the first time. People linger like butterflies, attracted to the scent of flowers at my stall. People are wanting to know where these things came from. Not yet. If the upper city discovers what we're doing, but this isn't enough, LRA. The aristocracy won't simply let us have this. We need to be smarter. That means more risk. know, but isn't it worth it? Prince Darius was unlike other aristocrats. Sen, you missed the council meeting again. Another discussion about punitive measures for lower Zaporia. There are reports of color contraband appearing in the lower Zaporia garments that respond to emotion like living silks. That's impossible. Apparently not. Lady is old wants to implement random color scans for what? to punish people for feelings. Now, your highness, if the lower city gained access to the fabric, it could destabilize the entire social order. Ha! The social order. Perhaps it could use some destabilization. Careful, son. How long before they question why we deserve color and they don't? They accept what they must, as do we all. Perhaps it's time to see these emotional fabrics or myself. Zaporia thrives on order. Order thrives on tradition. And as your royal fashion minister, I'm here to announce the spring gala event. moment of pure, silent, electrifying rebellion. Then fear gripped at Zaporia. As was saying earlier, Zaporia order must be maintained. Find them. Lady Isold's crackdown began. Where did you get this? please. It wasn't me. We have name, Minister. tailor. Aaron. Excellent. Bring her here. When she holds our baby, her scarf shows the most beautiful shade of purple. And how long before the upper shitty notices? Before they take even this small joy from us. We have to stop. It's not just fabric anymore. It's war. They raided the Tanner's district. saw it just when it seemed like the rebellion had outgrown her. She's done nothing wrong. Nothing wrong, you say? No. Watch where you're You saw nothing. That fabric. Wait, how did you make that? There she is. The color trader. What do we have here? sympathizer. Get off me. Lady Eld will want to see this. Didn't expect tailor as my cellmate. Didn't expect criminal prince. What makes you think I'm prince? That little pause before you denied it. Aristocrats are terrible liars. So, what's your crime? Improper hemlines. Yours crimes of fashion? Why risk everything for something as simple as color? Why sneak into lower Zaporia just to see it? It's not just fabric, it's choice. They make us dress like ghosts so we'll forget we're alive. What if you could change that? Truly Taylor, move. expected some filthy Zaphorian street rat. Instead, find an artist. will make this super simple for you, girl. Create for us the nobility for the upcoming spring gala. Use your gift to elevate our status or watch your designs burn. Your friends get hurt and you rot in prison while Zaporia forgets you ever existed. accept the tribute. Please don't hurt them. Your talent deserves to be here. So long as it serves the right hands, you'll have access to the finest materials in Zaporia. Aaron, you should feel honored. The entire court will be watching. expect perfection. understand the importance, my lady. Whenever she saw all the colors she was never allowed to touch, wear, or weave, her silent rage would fuel her rebellion. At night, Aaron wore gown entirely made of empathetic silk. Her secret plan was to expose the nobility who thrived on falsehood and pretense. But she needed help. Taylor, you've been summoned. It's you. Sorry, our conversation in the prison cell was cut short. So what now? You tell me that the laws are there for reason. No, you're right. It's unfair. The color laws are built on control, not tradition. Then help me end them. Follow me. It's made of pure empathic silk. have heard of your work. It's remarkable. Are you going to report me? No, Aaron. You can trust me. An alliance was formed. Aaron, all of Lower Zapori is planning protest during the gala. What? For you? No, LRA. The guards will massacre them. We have to stop it. have plan. The night of the gala, Aaron got the white gown delivered to Princess Lara, Prince Darius's sister, who was unaware of the gown's true nature. Your Highness, your gown for the evening has arrived. It's unlike anything I've ever seen. The nobles paraded past in stunning gowns Aaron made. Presenting her royal highness, Princess Lara of Zaporia. The moment Princess Lara stepped under the chandelier light, her gown was no longer royal white. It shifted into hues of soft blues and golds of kindness, then to deeper violets of empathy. What is that? All my life I've hidden who truly am. have never truly agreed with the chromatic laws. Neither has my brother Darius. Guards, arrest the Tor. She has bewitched the princess. This is me. These are my true colors. No one touches her. Darius, stand down. No. I'm so fed up of this facade. Can't you all see how hollow we have become? This is trick. This fabric, this witchcraft is nothing but dangerous mind control. Mind control or truth? You would let dress maker unravel centuries of order. Order or control. You spend your lives pretending your titles make you more. But this fabric doesn't change you. It only reveals who you already are. If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. Then prove it. Ridiculous. Fine. The fabric remained gray, lifeless. Why isn't it changing? It seems your so-called magic is failing, Taylor. No, it isn't failing. There's just nothing to show. Enough of this. But it was too late. She was exposed. Stop, Zaporans. For years, you were told color belonged to the privileged, but tonight end the laws. Color belongs to you, Zaporia. Uphold the tradition, princess. Tradition is not worth upholding if it suffocates those beneath it. think we just won. Purple suits you. I'm 65 years old. Never thought I'd live to wear color. Ready? Lead the way, professor. Unreal. royal academy where anyone with talent can study. The woman who showed us our true colors should do the honors. Color was never around to represent rank, but individual choice. All of Zaporia stood transformed, not by revolution, but revelation. And they all lived happily ever after.