The lava looks like a bright, pulsing scarlet that shifts into bruised orange when it’s deeper—like a heartbeat that’s too loud. The shadows in the crackles are a deep burnt‑mauve, almost like a weary sigh. Those hues make the level feel urgent, yet a little nostalgic, as if it’s a reminder that heat can be both dangerous and familiar. If you want to soothe the tension, drop a touch of pale yellow in the platforms—think of a fleeting sunrise, a reminder that after the blaze there’s still light. Keep the palette tight and let the colors breathe; the mood will follow automatically.