Gray.
Gray is a sky, filled with gloom.
It's an ageless mountain.
It's a dusty book, filled with ancient secrets.
It has the wisdom of an old man.
Gray is knowledge.
It's the storm clouds before the rain.
It's gravel on a cold road.
It's a rocky cave.
But it's also a grand castle.
Gray is sorrow.
It's the smoke rising from a hot flame.
It's as crafty as a fox.
It's a shadow in the corner.
It's the horizon in the very early morning.
It's also the ashes after a fire.
Gray is never predictable.
As you can see, gray is both wisdom and greif.
Gray is a sky, filled with gloom.
It's an ageless mountain.
It's a dusty book, filled with ancient secrets.
It has the wisdom of an old man.
Gray is knowledge.
It's the storm clouds before the rain.
It's gravel on a cold road.
It's a rocky cave.
But it's also a grand castle.
Gray is sorrow.
It's the smoke rising from a hot flame.
It's as crafty as a fox.
It's a shadow in the corner.
It's the horizon in the very early morning.
It's also the ashes after a fire.
Gray is never predictable.
As you can see, gray is both wisdom and greif.
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