The sky awakens, chasing the night with an aura of beauty. Clouds, soak in the colors, of oranges, purples and a hint of pink, drawing you to the rising of another day. Though, not all is bright and cheery here.
Tucked away in the forest, hidden in the dark, they gather. Creatures who dare not venture into the light, for fear their hearts would be forever hardened. They have been caught in a web of blackened hopelessness. Still, they watch, as the sun rises higher, with an azure blue background its canvas. How they wish they could paint their world this way. As the day grows, they sink deeper into the forest, deeper into their darkness, knowing how unsafe it is to think otherwise.
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