The sun has already begun its descent, painting the sky purple and orange, the last remnants of light clinging to the white clouds. As you're walking the streets you're met with an unpleasant sight - The streets are relatively quiet now that the hustle and bustle of the day has died down, a sense of melancholy enters the air as you squint to see better what was approaching you i t was purple worm inventory curse:daddy hug meit says with despration and sadness
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