And it will last, for what will feel like for too long. But they will be granted a mercy, when everything turns dark; and some may find it too much for their minds. Or, they will manage to open their eyes again, outside of the old congress building. The doors closed, an eerie stillness in the air.

A reflection, a containment. Thoughts brewing, and you know they are, even if Chaos cannot be seen or their thoughts heard.

But the very courtyard oozes with his presence - just as all of this reality does.