The Pale City was certainly well on its way to ruin, and it had very few people who still had their wits left to do anything about it. Though Black London might be closer than White for a comparison. Not quite… but closer.

Mono tilted his head at the man’s laughter. “I dunno why it wouldn’t be art now, just because you’re practising to get better at it.” The kid commented curiously. It seemed good to keep trying to get better, but did not being good at your art mean it wasn’t art?