A tapestry of variety, shaped by various shades and hues, each distinctive color unique to just a few personalities as different as night and day yet each as bright and splendid in every single way. The host knows only beauty no biased favoritism to their various array color blind to any confusion, depression, or dismay. Each birthed from carnage pain or decay cleansed by bright calming waters soothing all the pain their true beauty a splendor magnificent a bright shinning ray fractalized in a rainbow sat out upon display everyone is perfect no matter what that they say because each is perfectly perfect in their individual unique way because color is an illusion seen threw the eye of the beholder pure in every way.
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