[but they'll try, after thinking over it for a while.
the scenery changes to a winter landscape; nondescript, as if clarte is going off imagination, rather than something already existing. everything is frozen over, monochrome in the muted blue of the night.
after a few moments, though, the sun begins to dawn over the horizon. and as light fills the space, ever so gradually, what couldn't be seen in the dark is revealed—hints of greenery, amidst the ice and the otherwise barren trees.]
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[but they'll try, after thinking over it for a while.
the scenery changes to a winter landscape; nondescript, as if clarte is going off imagination, rather than something already existing. everything is frozen over, monochrome in the muted blue of the night.
after a few moments, though, the sun begins to dawn over the horizon. and as light fills the space, ever so gradually, what couldn't be seen in the dark is revealed—hints of greenery, amidst the ice and the otherwise barren trees.]