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Color has been drained from the world.
The past has made you blind to the world you've now forced the child to go through.
The once colorful Ferris Wheel now rests, stagnant and grey.
Even the words in this carnival are devoid of color.
He looks at you expectantly.
"Please?"
You take him out of the carnival, away from the colorless world. Color you took.
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