Flower color

Previously

…Elara picked it up, turning it over in her fingers. It was still beautiful, still held a trace of its former glory, but the brilliance, the inner fire, seemed to have been banked. A profound sadness washed over her, a feeling of loss that was sharp and unexpected. This was not just a failing of flowers; it felt like a wound to something far more precious. The Tower was losing its voice, and Elara, who had always listened so intently, could feel its distress like a pang in her own soul. The vibrant symphony of colors was beginning to falter, and the silence that followed was more terrifying than any storm.