A day passed since the rundown with the Dark Society of Snowsaint. 'They desperately need a new name,' Kyrie thought, as the first thing his mind associated with them. He wasn't a master in name-making, but the name conventions inside the haven were atrocious.
Honestly, he should try his hand at becoming an artist or book writer and write lessons about name conventions, an eye for art, and how to make good decorations for the insides of houses and buildings, and their outside too.
Kyrie Guide for Art for Dummies 101 would be a good name for those who love placing cinder blocks and concrete grey everywhere he look. The type of art Snowsaint and other government-related vehicles had was atrocious.
At the very least, he felt revitalized after sleeping a full night's sleep. A full, unhindered, uninterrupted sleep. Free of intrusive thoughts, memory recalls he would rather forget, and everything in between.
