In a small town where the most exciting thing was deciding between vanilla or chocolate sprinkles, lived Sonja Westwood, the most enigmatic car service worker anyone could ever meet. Her shop was a sanctuary for squeaky brakes and troubled transmissions, but Sonja’s true talent lay in her unfathomable gift for color mixing.
Meanwhile, in the same town lived Phoebe Sweetheart, a writer known for her whimsical novels about intergalactic hamsters and haunted teapots. Phoebe had one tiny problem - her novel was set in a fantastical world with a color so elusive it didn’t exist. Not yet, anyway. The color was to be the hallmark of the magical Kingdom of Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz - Phoebe had yet to name it, but that was beside the point.
One sunny Tuesday, Phoebe wandered into Sonja’s car service shop, a place more renowned for its rubbery smell than its aesthetic prowess. With a determined glint in her eye, Phoebe approached Sonja, who was elbow-deep in an old carburetor.
"Sonja," Phoebe began, "I need your help to invent a color. It’s for my book, and it has to be spectacular!"
Sonja looked up, wiped her greasy hands on her overalls, and squinted at Phoebe. "A color, huh? I’m more used to fixing exhaust systems, but sure, why not? What do you have in mind?"
Phoebe tapped her chin thoughtfully. "It needs to be a hue that’s both calming and invigorating, elegant yet quirky. It should embody the essence of tranquility while hinting at an adventurous spirit."
Sonja nodded as though she completely understood. "Got it. I’ll just get my color-mixing toolkit." She rummaged through a cluttered cabinet and produced an old coffee can full of mismatched paint samples and a dusty color wheel that looked like it had seen better days.
Together, they began their quest. Sonja poured a bit of this, a splash of that, mixing colors with the same precision she used for balancing tires. Phoebe offered suggestions like "a pinch of moonlight" and "a dash of stardust," which Sonja translated into actual pigments.
After several hours of mixing, the color they created was, to be honest, rather peculiar. It looked like someone had spilled a rainbow into a vat of melted crayons. But Sonja, with the optimism of someone who had once fixed a transmission with duct tape and a prayer, declared it a masterpiece.
"Behold!" Sonja said, presenting the final shade to Phoebe. "The world’s first NCS S 5010-B90G!"
Phoebe examined it closely. It had an unusual depth and shimmer, like the surface of a soap bubble dipped in twilight. "It’s perfect!" she exclaimed. "I shall name it… the Color of Mystical Uncharted Daydreams."
And so, the Color of Mystical Uncharted Daydreams, or NCS S 5010-B90G for short, was born. It became the official color of the Kingdom of Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and was famously described as "the color you see when you’ve been daydreaming too long in a sunlit meadow."
As for Sonja and Phoebe, they went on to enjoy a small but permanent fame. Sonja’s shop was forever known as the place where colors were born, and Phoebe’s novel was lauded for its uniquely vibrant hue. Together, they’d created not just a color, but a legend, proving that even in a town with few sprinkles, magic could still happen.