OLIVER
The Artist's Sanctuary had almost become a second home to Oliver. When he didn't want to be cramped in the manor and didn't want to just aimlessly wander around, he found himself here. It was a nice escape, considering everything that had recently happened. Things were....not great. Not in the slightest, but he did have a small thing to hyper-fixate on: The Sun Myth. He remembered Bastien telling him some information about it, something about a basket or catching the sun? Oliver wasn't sure what exactly it mean, but he'd go with it.
With himself settled down, sitting on a table, Oliver sketched away, trying to decide on a basket he'd make. Materials lay in a massive stack next to him. Part of him had high hopes that Bastien would appear, be able to help clear up this confusing part of the myth and maybe even make baskets with him. For now, he simply tried to focus on drawing possible baskets that he could make, ignoring all of the weird thoughts and feeling currently coursing through his body.
With himself settled down, sitting on a table, Oliver sketched away, trying to decide on a basket he'd make. Materials lay in a massive stack next to him. Part of him had high hopes that Bastien would appear, be able to help clear up this confusing part of the myth and maybe even make baskets with him. For now, he simply tried to focus on drawing possible baskets that he could make, ignoring all of the weird thoughts and feeling currently coursing through his body.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
