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All the flowers have withered.
The once great forest rots away, tainted in black. A slow lifeless looking river sneaks around the quiet town, lying in a silent darkness beneath the towers of the industrial plant. Children play chase in the park, trying to catch their breath. The Sun brings no joy and fades.
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