I've been sleeping here now for the past few weeks; each day my brothers and I repair what we can, a new pillar raised, a cracked wall replaced, another room discovered underneath the debris.
The hole in the floor where the dome had fell has been fully repaired and as of now our temporary quarters, surrounded by a scaffold; wooden planks and twisting spires of metal reaching out towards the sky.
Tuskar, my younger brother has blessed us with new stained glass windows, the colour crimson; of a setting sun. His many talents in crafts and trade amazes me.
We shall begin work on repairing the roof tomorrow , for now I shall enjoy the view of this cracked sapphire sky on this final night.
Reading: Anton Szandor La Vey - The Satanic Bible