My friend that I always used to walk through a wonderfully spacious park when we were

younger.

This full of tall trees, it was very nicely maintained, and this large park there was

an abandoned mansion.

I can't really see how long it had been there, but on that day, the front door of the mansion

was wide open.

The two of us decided to check out what was inside the place.

As we inched through the door, the very first thing we noticed was that a mansion's floor

was littered with crumpled up pieces of paper.

We looked at each other and observed that there was no furniture, nothing except for those

wrinkled balls' paper.

The mansion had six rooms on its main floor, and every room we entered bore more and more

scrunched up pieces of paper.

We decided to open up one of the paper balls to see what was inside.

Our curiosity got the better of us.

I picked up a single wrinkled piece, and as my friend picked up another eye unfolded

my paper.

It was spoofing out its bends and dents.

At that moment, it was almost as if a piece of a rainbow emerged before our eyes, and

I was suddenly standing next to a large window in one of the upstairs rooms of the house.

I was looking outside into the large park.

When I looked down at the piece of paper, I held it red.

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