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The first large flakes were falling, blue against the pink background of the sunset. They cast a veil of oblivion over the rocks, over the recalcitrant normotype; they stuck to the thick quartz glass; when they fell, they painted the desert the color of poisonous azure; they fluttered, most of them had already sunk to the ground, but were caught up by the first gusts of wind. Dark clouds converged in the sky, blue threads and ribbons stretched from them to the ground. Flakes danced like butterflies outside the window, alternately revealing and hiding the outlines of the Dead Earth. The yellow-pink disappeared, giving way to blue, which turned blue and darkened, and when the first gusty sigh of evening came from outside, and the snow flurries rushed not down, but sideways, they were already blue-purple., .. (Depth of field), low saturation, detail. mythp0rt, Stylish, charismatic, SCI_FACTOR_CORE