[ guren isn't wrong at all. dextera did want to see this—and that is joy in his face, even if he isn't smiling about it. the awe is in his eyes, a happiness so thorough that it feels like complete and utter peace as he stares up at the sky. the sunset, by nature, is transient, and he can already see the light fading into a darker purple-blue... but that, too, is color.
how much of it has been restored? it's impossible to tell, but they're seeing it unfold in real time. a dream come true. ]
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[ dextera nods without looking away from the sky, reaching back with his free hand to blindly palm around for a space to sit. he doesn't want to miss a second of it. ]
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how much of it has been restored? it's impossible to tell, but they're seeing it unfold in real time. a dream come true. ]
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[ dextera nods without looking away from the sky, reaching back with his free hand to blindly palm around for a space to sit. he doesn't want to miss a second of it. ]