[ The grasses sway quietly in the wind, a sea of green and brown and greenish brown... a soft, dull color under the greenish-grey sky. It's peaceful, to be surrounded by this, even though rain's on the horizon. A little lonely, but in the way of a dull, barely-obvious ache instead of a stabbing pain.

There's sort of a slight whispery quality to the way the grasses rustle that makes you... feel uneasy, maybe. Like someone's whispering in your ear but you can't quite tell what they're saying.

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