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A path of crisp brown, orange and red leaves litters the ground, lined on both sides by leafless guards.

In the distance, faint chatter can be heard coming from other people loitering around the area, and a lovely birdsong fills the otherwise silent air. The chilly autumn weather turns cheeks and noses bright red from its frozen caress. Wind whistles as it winds and twirls its way between the brown poles of wood.

A girl stands between the brown sentries. Her ebony black leggings and dappled grey jumper contrast with the lighter background. Bronze-brown hair rolls in gentle curls over her shoulders. The only visible part of her face are her ruby red lips. Her right hand is down by her side, a thin bracelet coils around her wrist, but in her left hand, she holds a blue umbrella with a slender black handle.

The aqua blue umbrella emits a soft cyan powder from its open body. Blue puffs form a single cloud, that shrouds the girls face, and wisps of blue float upwards. A gentle breeze carries away the remnants of the blue cloud away, towards the grey sky, almost immediately brightening it to its usual blue.

The crunching leaves crackle as feet trod upon them.

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