Unexpected sight
Before him stretched a sea of umbrellas—dozens, maybe hundreds—each one opened and propped carefully on the polished gym floor. Red, blue, green, and white patterns covered nearly every inch of space, leaving no gaps. It was like walking into a storm of color without a single cloud in sight. Frank blinked in disbelief, stepped back, then in again. There were no footprints. No students. Just umbrellas, neatly spaced and silently waiting like a planned display.
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