PANTONE 2385

PANTONE 2385 is a shade of magenta, which is a color that combines red and blue.

This color has a hexadecimal color code of #BB5398, which means it is composed of 73.33% red, 32.55% green and 59.61% blue in the RGB color model.

In the HSL color space, PANTONE 2385 has a hue of 310° (degrees), 56% saturation and 73% lightness.

This color has an approximate wavelength of 514.76 nm, which is in the visible spectrum of light.

PANTONE 2385 is also known as PANTONE 2385 C or PANTONE 2385 CP in different Pantone products.

Once upon a time, in a small coastal town where the sea kissed the shore and the seagulls cawed incessantly, there lived a fisherman named Pier Takemura. Pier was no ordinary fisherman; he was known for his peculiar obsession with colors. While other fishermen were content with the drab grays and blues of the sea, Pier saw the world in a vibrant palette of hues. He was particularly drawn to one color, one he had glimpsed just once, years ago, on the belly of a rare tropical fish. It was a shade so vivid, so electrifying, that it seared itself into his memory: PANTONE 2385, a bright pink that defied the very laws of nature.

Pier spoke of this color often, usually between casting his nets and reeling in the catch. His tales of PANTONE 2385 were legendary among the townsfolk, who half-believed that the color was merely a figment of his imagination, a product of too much sun and sea salt.

But Pier knew it was real, and he longed to see it again.

One blustery day, Pier received an unexpected package. It was delivered by Igor McLeod, the town’s burly delivery worker, who was as wide as he was tall and had a reputation for being perpetually grumpy. As Igor handed over the package, his frown deepened.

"Who orders paint out here in the middle of nowhere?" Igor grumbled. "You planning on painting the ocean?"

Pier, confused, opened the package and stared in disbelief. Inside was a single can of paint labeled "PANTONE 2385." His heart skipped a beat. The color of his dreams, delivered right to his doorstep!

"Where… where did this come from?" Pier stammered.

Igor shrugged. "I don’t know, man. It just showed up at the depot this morning. No return address, no sender. Just a note that said ‘For Pier Takemura. Use it wisely.’"

Pier felt a shiver run down his spine. This was no coincidence; this was fate.

Without a second thought, Pier decided he would paint his entire cottage with PANTONE 2385. He spent days slapping on coat after coat of the vibrant pink, transforming his once weathered home into a beacon of brightness that could be seen from miles away. The color was everything he remembered and more. It was so striking, so otherworldly, that it attracted visitors from neighboring towns and even distant cities.

Word spread like wildfire about Pier’s house, the one drenched in PANTONE 2385. Soon, designers, influencers, and interior decorators descended upon the small coastal town, all eager to witness the legendary color that had captivated Pier’s heart. The once sleepy village became a hub of activity, with people lining up just to catch a glimpse of Pier’s radiant pink cottage.

Igor McLeod, who had initially dismissed the whole affair as foolishness, found himself at the center of the chaos. He was the only delivery worker in town, and with the sudden surge in demand for PANTONE 2385, he was now delivering gallons of the stuff to customers far and wide. He began to wear a pink cap to match the paint cans, and despite his grumpy demeanor, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in his role in this bizarre phenomenon.

As the trend of PANTONE 2385 spread, it took on a life of its own. People began painting everything in the vibrant pink: houses, cars, boats, even their pets (much to the chagrin of local cats and dogs). The color became a symbol of joy, boldness, and the unapologetic embrace of the absurd.

One day, as Pier was sitting on his porch, sipping a cup of tea, Igor trudged up the path, his pink cap tilted slightly to one side.

"You know, Pier," Igor said, his voice gruff but not unkind, "I think you might have started something here."

Pier smiled. "It wasn’t me, Igor. It was the color. It has a life of its own."

Igor nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe so. But it needed someone like you to bring it into the world."

The two men sat in companionable silence, watching as the sun set, casting a pink hue over the horizon that matched the color of Pier’s cottage. As they watched, they knew that PANTONE 2385 was more than just a color. It was a testament to the power of imagination, the magic of the unexpected, and the unlikely friendship between a color-obsessed fisherman and a grumpy delivery worker.

And so, the legend of PANTONE 2385 continued to grow, painting the world a little bit brighter, one brushstroke at a time.