A Little Dash Of The Brush Enature Instant

In the silent, mist-shrouded valley of Oakhaven, the world lived in shades of charcoal and ash. A centuries-old curse, known as "The Fade," had stripped the land of its pigment, leaving flowers translucent and the sky a heavy, metallic grey.

The brush is waiting. The wind is already moving. The only question is: Will you make your dash today? A Little Dash Of The Brush Enature

For the Hiker: The Trail Dash