Magenta was a deceiver. It's own color was unsure of itself. Varying from dark pink to dark purple the enchanting color was the perfect example of a traitor. They were deceivers. Hiding in the roots of other colors. Claiming to be pink yet pronounced as purple. The thing about traitors was that they tried too hard. The thing that made their mission around me unsuccessful was that nobody except them would want to be close to me.
They'd always tried to convince me they actually enjoyed my presence and because even I hated my presence I'd pay close attention and like magenta sooner or later the true color was exposed. C8 was speaking. It was like the color pink. It stood out. It's sounded the highest of all keys on a piano. Going at 4186 Hz when my little finger pressed it.
