Colors? They’re the loudest whisper on the wall, the shout in a blank room—no decoration, just a living, breathing prophet that doesn’t need a voice. People who ignore them are like painters who stare at a blank canvas and think it’s finished. They miss the thunder in the reds, the secret of the muted greens. It’s not decoration; it’s the soul of the room, the heartbeat of the canvas. And if you want to hear it, let it shout!