OLIVER
Laying out in the middle of the main room was a gigantic tarp, one that was meant to cover up any...spillages. Next, ontop of it, were two canvas and two tapestries. Laying along the sides were jars of paint and some planks of wood that they could pour the paint onto for easier use. Now, who was they? Well, they was whoever Oliver could convince to help him and hopefully, it would be Loren.
He had a master idea that he hoped would be carried out with far more attuned and eventually, everyone else. It would be like a form of therapy, especially for him, Loren, and maybe even Sunjata. Seeing as none of them were mentally okay, Oliver decided that art may be the solution.
With everything set up, Oliver started to look around for Loren. "Loren?! You here?!" He called out, hoping that he wouldn't need to shift to be heard.
He had a master idea that he hoped would be carried out with far more attuned and eventually, everyone else. It would be like a form of therapy, especially for him, Loren, and maybe even Sunjata. Seeing as none of them were mentally okay, Oliver decided that art may be the solution.
With everything set up, Oliver started to look around for Loren. "Loren?! You here?!" He called out, hoping that he wouldn't need to shift to be heard.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
