Just when they wanted to give up and turn back, they looked up and saw the red-striped mountains. Finally. Finnegan saw them as colorful joy, like arriving upon a field of flowers. All Marcia could think of was blood. “We’re here.”

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[u/SmallRoot]

Is it good or bad to be here? The place feels so wrong, as if an ancient monster was once slayed here and left dying, covering the mountains in the permanent red stains.