Dyeable gear. Dear god, please let this be true. It would be a much needed salve to the gaping, infected wound of the vanity system.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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