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"Me neither," she mumbled, clearly somewhat bothered by the strange images. They were unnatural and somehow radically more disturbing than the skeletons that littered the park, and this thought alone was bizarre.
"Hm," she finally offered, hoping to dismiss the thoughts along with the tent. Now she moved on to the adjacent tent, which possessed a series of wooden carvings. These she studied more closely--the largest looked like a miniature form of something she had seen somewhere else: it was a to-scale replica of one of the park's wooden coasters, and obviously it was not intended for sale. She decided to leave it where it was--it seemed wrong to disturb it.
Further down the walkway the faded and tattered structures seemed to grow in size. Sparing casual glances toward each, she finally noticed something very exciting: the ground was littered with crushed and broken glass. Stooping down to a squat, she carefully picked up one of the larger pieces and held it up to the sun. It was concave and a magnificent shade of red. Most of the glass here was brightly coloured, and this encouraged her. It wasn't the dull brown, green, or transparent glass found in much of the city. No, this looked like a fragment of something hand-crafted. Poking her head into several of the tents, she sought almost desperately to find the source of the broken glass. When neither of the two nearest turned up any positive results, she frowned and glanced back to Ahren.
"I wonder where these came from... maybe somewhere further down?"
