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Color descriptions from random excepts because fuck

>He began to get himself up slowly as Samuel looked around. All about them was a green cavern, mossy with darkened life that dripped with water and stained with purple dust. Some plants reached so far as to touch the earth with the tips of their tendrils, some creating intricate caverns of webs above among the stalactite pillars, which varied in color, greatly shades of green. Some mightier ones glistened as if made of green blown glass, while smaller ones distantly sparkled as if they were made of pure jade rock.

>The sun was beginning to rise, but instead of covering the horizon in a bath of light, it seemed to only appear as a distant moon. The horizon was black, blacker than pitch to become a canvas for the city ahead. In it he saw drooping trees of green, ornate buildings of glass shaped like bowls. Some seemed like leaning vases, cracked teacups and ornate mugs.

>The floor was a carpeted green, much to the contrast of the outside world, and reached nearly his ankles, along with the tops of the first bricks that served to perimeter the house in an easy halfstep, half shelf area. On this floor shelf there were a number of perfectly clean, due to no doubt being habitually dusted, wooden figures of animals, people, boats and objects that belonged in the sky, such as planets and what Samuel guessed to be the sun. As he reached and began to fiddle with the brightly colored, wooden sun, he began to notice that everything in the room, save for the brick walls and occasional built-in shelves, was made of wood. Even the water basin in the far corner of the house that Samuel could see just down the hall seemed to be made of wood, although oiled with some sort of shiny resin.

>They moved out of the forest as the trees that overtowered them grew fewer and fewer. Finally Samuel could see the sky in this place, and that it glowed in a dark purple hue. It matched the grass in this field, which began to transition from a natural green into a faint purple. Without the sun, he felt as if he were underwater, skating along the sea floor, the horizons blending colors and hues together in a circle of tones. Even the air around him seemed hung in a purple haze, and he felt as if he could blow bubbles to its surface.

>>15782271
>sterile breeze
I like this description, never seen a clever fan breeze description before
>watching as the sunset drew blood from the clouds.
another good description here
The dialogue is a little unrealistic but also I don't know the ages of the characters so it's hard to tell. But, the contrast between the high dialogue and nibbling on provolone is pretty nice, so it's a double edged thing you're holding.