[Lifting his head, Somnus rounds the pew to look elsewhere around the church. He catches a glimpse of Duo as he walks by.
Questions and thoughts run through his mind. Can naught be done about the forest, and is it actively stealing color from the surroundings? If fewer arrivals are emerging from the well, will the restoration of color manage to rival the speed of its loss? Is the story credible? What happened to the people who vanished; does a similar end await the people here now? Once so informed of the world's fate, Somnus finds himself at a loss now. ]
Chroma is in a far more dire state than I had first believed.
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Questions and thoughts run through his mind. Can naught be done about the forest, and is it actively stealing color from the surroundings? If fewer arrivals are emerging from the well, will the restoration of color manage to rival the speed of its loss? Is the story credible? What happened to the people who vanished; does a similar end await the people here now? Once so informed of the world's fate, Somnus finds himself at a loss now. ]
Chroma is in a far more dire state than I had first believed.