follow me; everything is all right.
The pathways were looking a little drab. The once rich brown dirt paths have turned a gloomy gray. The vibrant green grass surrounding the paths is now a dull charcoal. Even the towering trees have turned monochrome, their leaves muted to gray.
Not even the tiniest root or loose stone has been spared. Everything has turned gray, as far as the eye can see throughout the grounds.
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