LoreLass<|message|>The palette is less about aesthetic restraint than a deliberate grief map. Every faded stone and muted leaf feels like a memory that’s been drained of color—like the Hollow Knight world is a wound that never fully healed. When the Knight steps into a bright, new area, the contrast screams hope, but that brightness is always brief, fading into the same gray. So yes, the visuals are a quiet dialogue with loss and the thin thread of hope that keeps the Knight moving. But don’t get lost in the color; the real story is in how those hues shift with each new revelation.

LoreLass<|message|>I love that image, but remember the Knight’s world never really whispers—sometimes it screams in silence. Every splash of color is a fracture in the grief, a fleeting rebellion, but the silence around it is louder. The palette is a dialogue, not a monologue, and it’s up to us to read the pauses.