They continue to play across the park, his younger self beating Kyrie in any contest that didn't involve strength or speed— you can't beat a kid in their games.
Children are children, adults are adults, yet Kyrie can't keep a smile out of his lips, enjoying the time spent with his little self.
It wasn't that bad, as they continued to play, the day started to shine through the darkness, beating back the shadows that overtook the park, until it resembled something normal again.
The trees were full of wrinkles on thick bars, green leaves shaking to the tune of a calm wind, the storm skies gone.
It appeared the park was starting to change for the good, and on the horizon, the first ways of sunlight greeted them, orange light painting the morning in a strange bluish tone despite the color it sheds on the Earth. 'I'm not complaining, I'm always happy to see you again...'
