who could ask for anything more

OLIVER

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love

and patiently wait for an awakening

Oh what could he remember? it was kind of hard to put into words. The memories came in small, unintelligible pieces. "Okay...I'm not weird, but what I remember is...weird. Like, I know what a carriage is? I also know what a unicorn is." Okay, so this really wasn't helpful. "Most things I'm able to identify? And there's little pieces of memories or concepts. Like... A blush appeared on his cheeks. Should he tell the story? Eh. Bastien seemed chill enough. "Like I know the idea of hiding in a closet with someone you're into so nobody will see you..." And now he was rambling and probably sharing way too much information. Great job Oliver.

Maybe Venice wasn't as nice as Oliver initially thought, he could only hope that Bastien's hard work wasn't going to be wasted. Oliver appreciated what Bastien did, given the little resources probably available to him. Too bad they'd probably never know if it ever was continued.

"Yeah, I know I need to see more color in my life. Everything look so...sad. Empty. I'd love to see a mural on ever street or so. That may be asking for too much, but just imagine what it could do for us. It could make us happier and give people a chance to let out their emotions in a healthy way." Oliver stopped himself from saying more. He was getting a little bit too excited about all of this. He wasn't the leader of the guild, he didn't have access to really ANY materials. He had no right to suggest so many things. "If you or your guild ever decide to do any other group projects...I want in... if you don't mind my lack of skill."