Purple is such a warped, layered color—it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the grief of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain of feeling invisible, the despair of being silenced, of being ignored. Fiery desire lies beaten and bruised. She struggles onward, stepping nervously forward rather than back. In its depths, purple captures the essence of the unseen, the nakedness of being stripped bare, where presence fades, leaving behind only the quiet of being unnoticed.