Nothing had color except us when the first group arrived. It seems like forming bonds with each other, whether positive or negative, helps restore color to the world.
It doesn't come back so normal all the time, though. If you haven't noticed. [Like... purple ketchup.
The rustling increases all at once, and out comes... a squirrel. A mutated squirrel with two tails the size of a small dog. It gives each of them a look, sits on its back legs, and then runs up a tree like a normal squirrel would. Thanks.]
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Nothing had color except us when the first group arrived. It seems like forming bonds with each other, whether positive or negative, helps restore color to the world.
It doesn't come back so normal all the time, though. If you haven't noticed. [Like... purple ketchup.
The rustling increases all at once, and out comes... a squirrel. A mutated squirrel with two tails the size of a small dog. It gives each of them a look, sits on its back legs, and then runs up a tree like a normal squirrel would. Thanks.]