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The way that the light shined itself upon the gazebo made the structure appear as if it were some sort of holy structure revered by the local religious groups of Baska. It was a recently constructed masterpiece, as the plaque marked the year as only seven years prior to the current year; nonetheless, its appearance was otherworldly and holy in a divine sense. For one reason or the other, Urion felt the need to take off his bucket hat to revere the object for the eldritch worth that it blatantly possessed. His umbrella's handle came to rest on his handle as he held it with his right hand and the bucket hat on his left hand. His overall attire was nothing special, wearing a dark coat, which sported a white diamond pattern along its bottom half, with a dark green shirt and pants underneath. He wore plain sandals that day, not wanting to soi the ground and grass with his feet.
Urion walked up to the gazebo, hat still off and umbrella still at his side, with the umbrella shield itself blocking off a view of the back of his head and upper back. He placed the hat back on and looked about the gazebo to wonder on about the future of his existence. The thoughts of his anger issue and the tendency for violence were far into the back of Urion's head, but the thoughts of his past kept coming back in random patterns: the smell of burning flesh becoming ash and the shrill screams of children and men and women being drowned out in flames, the memory imprints of choking the life out of an elderly man who had nothing to live for after being made to kill his wife of fifty years with his frail, bare hands. Urion appeared calm in the face as he gazed on about the view of the park surrounding the gazebo; it was in the residential area, and the residents themselves were more or less content with strangers roaming about and sightseeing. He sighed, placing his hat back on and pondered more to piece together a fragmented past that was his and his only.