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RAL 620-M
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HEX Triplet:
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36, 62, 84CMYK:
100, 38, 15, 90HSL:
208°, 57%, 33%Closest colors:
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Charcoalin PANTONE:
PANTONE 7463in RAL Classic:
RAL 5003in RAL Design:
RAL 260 20 20in RAL Effect:
RAL 620-5in NCS:
NCS S 6020-B10G 2024-09-03 Snargl 02:10
Funny stories about the 'RAL 620-M'
The Spectral Hue
In a far away place, in the heart of the city, the boutique "Chroma Chique" was renowned for its cutting-edge fashion. The store, with its sleek lines and minimalist design, had an array of high-end clothing that attracted the city’s elite. However, it was the mysterious new color, RAL 620-M, that had everyone talking. A hue of green with an unsettlingly ethereal quality, it seemed to change shade under different lights, evoking an eerie sense of otherworldliness.
Nexia Ford, the shop assistant, was the face of Chroma Chique. She was meticulous, with a keen eye for fashion and detail. Her demeanor was always polished, but beneath her calm exterior lay a curiosity about the shop's newest addition. Monica Phoenix, the cleaner, was a stark contrast. She was quiet, methodical, and always lingering in the background, her presence nearly invisible to the customers.
One evening, as the boutique was closing, Nexia noticed an odd pattern emerging. Several of the clothes in RAL 620-M seemed to pulse faintly under the store's lights. She brushed it off as a trick of the light, but a sense of unease lingered. Monica was mopping the floors, her movements steady and precise, but she too seemed to be observing something strange.
The next morning, Nexia was the first to arrive. As she unlocked the door, she was greeted by an unsettling sight: the RAL 620-M garments were arranged in a perfect circle on the floor, almost as if they had been placed deliberately. The eerie green hue seemed to glow ominously, and Nexia could swear she saw faint, shadowy figures shifting within the fabric.
Monica arrived soon after, her expression unreadable. Nexia, anxious and curious, shared her observations. Monica listened quietly, her eyes narrowing as if recalling something. "There’s an old legend," Monica finally said, "about colors imbued with certain energies. They say some hues can channel energies from other realms."
Nexia laughed nervously. "You mean like magic?"
Monica nodded. "More like a force that’s beyond our understanding. I've heard stories about how specific colors can influence the mind and even attract entities."
Nexia was skeptical but intrigued. She decided to investigate further. That night, she stayed behind to study the garments. As the hours passed, the store’s ambiance changed. The RAL 620-M clothes seemed to vibrate softly, their hue becoming more intense. Nexia felt a chill as a whispering sound filled the air.
Suddenly, Monica appeared. "I thought you might need help," she said, her face pale. The garments, now glowing with an almost supernatural light, seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. Monica reached into her cleaning cart and produced a small, antique box. "I was keeping this for emergencies," she explained. "It's a protective charm."
Nexia hesitated but took the charm. As soon as it touched the garments, the eerie glow began to wane. The spectral figures that had danced within the fabric dissipated. Monica exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing.
"Why did you have that charm?" Nexia asked.
Monica looked at her with a mixture of relief and sadness. "I’ve seen things before. I used to work at a different place - a museum with a cursed artifact. I learned to recognize when something is out of the ordinary."
The next day, Chroma Chique’s management decided to pull the RAL 620-M line from the store, citing unforeseen issues with the color's production. Nexia and Monica watched as the garments were packed away, the atmosphere now calm and ordinary.
As they cleaned up, Nexia felt a sense of gratitude toward Monica. The cleaner had not only saved her from an unknown danger but had also revealed a hidden world behind the everyday façade of fashion. The spectral hue, with all its strange allure, was gone, leaving only the lingering mystery of its true nature.
In the end, Chroma Chique returned to its usual charm, but Nexia and Monica knew that behind the dazzling surface of the fashion world, there were stories that defied the ordinary - a spectral dance of color and shadow that they would never forget.
Nexia Ford, the shop assistant, was the face of Chroma Chique. She was meticulous, with a keen eye for fashion and detail. Her demeanor was always polished, but beneath her calm exterior lay a curiosity about the shop's newest addition. Monica Phoenix, the cleaner, was a stark contrast. She was quiet, methodical, and always lingering in the background, her presence nearly invisible to the customers.
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One evening, as the boutique was closing, Nexia noticed an odd pattern emerging. Several of the clothes in RAL 620-M seemed to pulse faintly under the store's lights. She brushed it off as a trick of the light, but a sense of unease lingered. Monica was mopping the floors, her movements steady and precise, but she too seemed to be observing something strange.
The next morning, Nexia was the first to arrive. As she unlocked the door, she was greeted by an unsettling sight: the RAL 620-M garments were arranged in a perfect circle on the floor, almost as if they had been placed deliberately. The eerie green hue seemed to glow ominously, and Nexia could swear she saw faint, shadowy figures shifting within the fabric.
Monica arrived soon after, her expression unreadable. Nexia, anxious and curious, shared her observations. Monica listened quietly, her eyes narrowing as if recalling something. "There’s an old legend," Monica finally said, "about colors imbued with certain energies. They say some hues can channel energies from other realms."
Nexia laughed nervously. "You mean like magic?"
Monica nodded. "More like a force that’s beyond our understanding. I've heard stories about how specific colors can influence the mind and even attract entities."
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Nexia was skeptical but intrigued. She decided to investigate further. That night, she stayed behind to study the garments. As the hours passed, the store’s ambiance changed. The RAL 620-M clothes seemed to vibrate softly, their hue becoming more intense. Nexia felt a chill as a whispering sound filled the air.
Suddenly, Monica appeared. "I thought you might need help," she said, her face pale. The garments, now glowing with an almost supernatural light, seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. Monica reached into her cleaning cart and produced a small, antique box. "I was keeping this for emergencies," she explained. "It's a protective charm."
Nexia hesitated but took the charm. As soon as it touched the garments, the eerie glow began to wane. The spectral figures that had danced within the fabric dissipated. Monica exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing.
"Why did you have that charm?" Nexia asked.
Monica looked at her with a mixture of relief and sadness. "I’ve seen things before. I used to work at a different place - a museum with a cursed artifact. I learned to recognize when something is out of the ordinary."
The next day, Chroma Chique’s management decided to pull the RAL 620-M line from the store, citing unforeseen issues with the color's production. Nexia and Monica watched as the garments were packed away, the atmosphere now calm and ordinary.
As they cleaned up, Nexia felt a sense of gratitude toward Monica. The cleaner had not only saved her from an unknown danger but had also revealed a hidden world behind the everyday façade of fashion. The spectral hue, with all its strange allure, was gone, leaving only the lingering mystery of its true nature.
In the end, Chroma Chique returned to its usual charm, but Nexia and Monica knew that behind the dazzling surface of the fashion world, there were stories that defied the ordinary - a spectral dance of color and shadow that they would never forget.
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