Clearing his throat, the senior Wizard continues his lecture:
"This seemingly simple colour-matching Puzzle I assure you is but one of many trials you might face during your times abroad investigating the arcane arts..."
The class of junior wizards all groan.
Yes that is Purple. Sorry, "burgandy" is not part of the Tower's recognized Chromatic Spectrum, and if you must insist on debating the point, I will simply have to educate you. You see, since my text On the Origins of Stone Call had been published, it has become a crucial portion of my curricula to force the point on students adhering closely to established Arcane Theory. Failure to stay within the established safe metrics has caused everything from wars that could have been settled with a series of papers to reality-altering cataclysms that foolish invention usher forward, shifting the paradigm of reality unalterably into a new era of uncertainty. I'm the Dean of the Tower of Definitions, and I'll not permit deviation from my well reasoned script. From whence do you hail, underling? The Tower of the Arts you say? Poppycock.
Allow me to elucidate the nature of your err, so that you might survive peership at the Liar's Tower, where concise definitions are intentionally twisted so-as to make ruin of our carefully curated reality. I shall tell you the tale of the Cube of Rubix; it is one as ancient as it is over-dramatized or misrepresented in impact. The Towers have weathered many controversies which combined fail to be as essential to the structure of Arcane Study. Isaac Rubix, First Master of the Chromatic Spectrum, had created the simple children's toy at first to entertain his voraciously fiddly newborn son. But master Rubix's Cube was naturally a synthetic font of Chromatic Energy, causing his son to quickly excel in the Arcane Chromamancy that Master Rubix had effectively invented. Debate rocked his Tower as discourse escalated rapidly from simple bemusement to extreme concern, entire new categories of Chromamantic energy were being born with each passing day. You see, command and control over the arcane essence of colour was at that point largely theoretical, with Master Rubix's skills representing the entire state of the art. The kid's ability to cause chaos with the seemingly simple toy puzzle had quickly been picked up as a threat to baseline reality.
Before the Cube of Rubix, the Chromamantic Spectrum was established firmly as the Trinity of Red, Green, and Blue aspects. Master Rubix's son however through play with this font birthed countless combinations, exploding wildly unto the world! In ages since, we have lived in the consequential aftermath. No one truly knows what Rubix's Cube has specifically released upon the Arcane world, but to this day the debate over metrics defining Objective Spectrums of Chromamantic Energy remains unsettled. Perhaps it is the mutation of the ocular organs of man which cause perception of colour to be altered, or perhaps it is the ever-changing whim of a newborn Arcane Intelligence; akin to the birth of a new God. Entire theories of colour have been devised to attempt to measure the possible impact of the Rubix Cube on the world, yet each varies in minute detail which their authors debate the existence of entire spectrums of colour! Colours beyond description, or the deletion of mundane colours, certainly even what flavours of fruit each Colour should represent. Never-mind the debate over if Colour exists, or if Chromamantic Energy is even real in the first place or a gestalt hallucination by the noological concept leaking from psychic space into reality.
For students of the Arcane, this lesson isn't really about puzzle boxes, it's about if or if not one can measure anything objectively when the very nature of reality might depend upon your lens. It is taught often, and yet hubristic cataclysms amongst graduates remain high with over 80% of first-year post-grads fatally miscasting powerful spells in direct contradiction with well established Arcane Theory. Of that figure, most are rendered completely unraiseable, and The Towers simply cannot afford to teach the Arcane Arts and have most of its new blood spilled in fruitless power-seeking exercises that should be limited to first year undergraduates.
Much remains unclear in the ever-shifting world of Chromamantic Study, but I assure you:
That creature you refer to as an "egg bug" is fucking purple, you UTTER SIMPLETON. "Velvet", "Burgundy", "plum", "jam", "mulberry", and other such perversions are intolerable and diluted minglings of the Chromatic boundaries of Red and Blue, one must CAREFULLY balance the two equally lest DIRE consequences arise.
Utter such vile radical verbiage again in my presence, and you'll spend Fall Semester this Annum as a gods-forsaken Latrine of Holding!
