Sure thing, I’ve been dreaming about a palette‑poured plot where each chapter bleeds into the next like a watercolor wash. When the hue shifts—say from a warm amber to a cool teal—the tension rises, the characters’ motives change, and the whole narrative hue flickers. It’s like having a living mood board that doubles as a cliffhanger. I just need to keep my color notes in order before the narrative goes all over the place.