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Heath pulled their car up onto the side of the road, coming to a stop as they stepped out of it. They had seemingly stopped in the middle of nowhere, plants and trees surrounding him along this rural road, but he seemed focused, his eyes looking through the trees as he shut the door, heading to the boot of his car to collect a few things. Flashlights, tools and a camera, a bag filled with supplies. He had been called out here for his talents as a journalistic investigator. The client in question had paid a hefty sum for him to travel out this way and do some urban exploration of a long abandoned building, forgotten to time out here. Their reasons were a little unclear, but the pay for the job was good and the place in question seemed to have some interesting history. It seemed to have been used as a funeral parlour in the past. That was sure to get some interesting photos. With everything sorted, Heath began his trek through the trees, finding a path and occasionally making mental

The grassy plains stretched out over the horizon, the tall greenery swaying with the wind with small collections of trees popping up over the gentle rolling hills. It was a place seemingly untouched by mankind, far enough away from civilisation but close enough to not be inconvenient when someone wanted to visit. As such it was perfect for Alex, the atmosphere and environment perfect for relaxed nature walks, to take in his surroundings, enjoy the breeze on his face and allow his mind to let go of thoughts that plagued his mind and sometimes shout into the wind. He walked along the treeline, along the edge of the forest that bordered the windy plains with his hands behind his head as he looked up to the gently shaking canopy, the sound of leaves bristling filling his ears. It was a deeply peaceful place. This time of year was perfect for the area. Springtime meant the trees were fresh and green and the grass had time in the sun to flourish. He could run over those gently rolling hills

You found a pair of shades today, lying on the side of the road. A perfectly good pair of aviators, seemingly undamaged from the elements. You stepped into your room and closed the door behind you as you chucked your belongings on the floor, taking the shades out of your jacket pocket. You looked them over, trying to get any identifying sign as you idly rubbed a bit of residue off the lenses. No real signs. It was hard to explain, but you just felt there was something… special about this. Some sort of warmth emanating off of them, despite them being as cool as anything else in the room. Something otherworldly. Despite your better judgment, you decided you would give them a try. You stepped over to the mirror on your dresser, unfolding the arms as you looked from the shades to your own reflection before you gave a shrug. Slowly you raised them to your eyes, placing the bridge upon the tip of your nose as you peered over them into the mirror. You did look pretty cool with these. You