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Though the end of the day might be approaching Chris was only just leaving his house and setting off for Obsidian Harbour. He walked down the road, his converses were messily done up and his beanie hat bearly clung to the back of his head, once he arrived at Obisidian Harbour he found a bench and settled down on it. The sky was turning to a beautiful orangey red colour and as he sat he marvelled in the natural beauty that was shining around him.