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It's the second day since the man arrived in the city. The rain hasn't stopped yet. The city has come alive again. The magic of colors within the city captivates the gaze of every passerby. The wise old man said,'I wish this man would stay in the city forever, or at least leave his magical hat with us as a keepsake.

Amidst this symphony of raindrops and hues, an old sage observes from his stoop. His wrinkled face crinkles into a knowing smile. “Ah,” he muses, “if only this mysterious man would linger here forever.”