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_****_I step outside after the rain, my bare feet sinking into the freshly watered ground. The purple smoke swirls silently, pulling me toward it with an eerie calm. Each step I take is a new hope, a new dawn. The closer I get, the more I believe in the promise this color holds. But as I reach it, I realize—it's just smoke. The hope was never real to begin with. _**