Color has been drained from the world.

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The past has made you blind to the world you've now forced the child to go through.

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The once colorful Ferris Wheel now rests, stagnant and grey. 

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Even the words in this carnival are devoid of color.

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He looks at you expectantly.

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"Please?"

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You take him out of the carnival, away from the colorless world. Color you took.