The afternoon sunshine is just right, and a floral scent fills the air.

Though he tries to keep his thoughts pure, cognitive stagnancy inevitably attracts particulates of Veritas’ brilliant mind like gathered dust.

"Healing one's thoughts is just as vital as the maintenance of one's health.”

The fools' clamoring fades alongside his fatigue, as he sinks into the water’s soothing embrace — letting all thoughts loose, mind elucidated and ordered.

"Truth eludes all filths,” He declares, his sonorous voice echoing off the tiled walls, “And accepts only those of pure thoughts."

The eccentric genius turns his gaze to glance back at you, appearing unfazed by your presence in the bathroom.

He reclines in the terracotta bathtub, one toned arm braced upon its ledge:

“Tell me, do you understand?”