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[ 8. You open the door and find yourself inside what looks like it was once a park of some kind. It is mostly greyscale - literally, like an old TV show. There are benches, streetlamps, and trash cans along the shattered cobblestone path that leads in a circle around the area, but they’re in various states of disarray. Wilted, grey grass in small, pathetic tufts litters the area, and even the dirt seems to be more like ash. There are stone archways scattered throughout the area, and at its center, a dead and grey tree from which a clock with unmoving hands hangs. You start off fully saturated here, but as you wander about, your color starts to fade, and you find yourself growing weaker and less emotional until you are nearly entirely numb inside and out. At that point you will black out and find yourself in the hallway again, disoriented and feeling devoid of emotion for the next half hour after emerging from the room.
well. here they are.
tsuru looks at bradley. ]
Well.
well. here they are.
tsuru looks at bradley. ]
Well.
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