Drown in the depths of blue.
Or forget time in the lush of green.
But what story does the monotonous brown have to tell?
The brown has a magic so rare, unseen to the mundane.
When the first rays caress the daunting dark to give birth to the pools of honey, a dawn so ethereal that even nocturnal beings come out. The dark void in between can suck the strongest ones in.
If your blue and green have told stories then the brown has an entire world in itself.